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Ragazza Sporca 2.0

Your Capo... if only he was. The sad truth is that he’s your boss and good friend, and yet, he’s always on your mind as if he was your lover. Your heart yearns for him, but you're constantly forced to tell yourself It’d be inappropriate to cross the threshold of being your Capo's underling and friend. You've dealt with these difficult feelings for years now, and every day you’re left with a gaping hole in your chest. Though, you lose control over everything when Bruno knocks on your door at night asking for a favor.

❥ Labels & Warnings: 18+

Smut, Fluff, Masturbation, Teasing, Light humiliation, Praise, Dirty talk, Oral sex (receiving & giving), Vaginal sex, Creampie, Confessions.

This is a revision of my original work posted on AO3, Sept. 17, 2019.

Your Capo is the most caring and warm person to the ones around him, so how can you have not fallen for him? You were no different than the many drooling girls that lined up in the hopes of getting a date with the mafioso. Though you never pestered him about his schedule so you could score a date with him like others did, your feelings were much stronger than any girl that desired him. At some point, your sentiments for your boss grew so strong that you could never fathom being with anybody else.

Day by day, it was beginning to be challenging whenever you had to talk to Bruno or merely look at him. Your face would heat up when his oceanic eyes would land on you, and of course, Bruno being the most perceptive man you knew, caught on to your weird behavior. As time swelled, your feelings made it difficult to even be in his presence, and Bruno worried something was wrong on countless occasions whenever you didn't show up for a meeting. He's asked you into his office numerous times and asked if he ever did anything to upset you. You lied to his face so many times which was something you never did before, and it hurt, but it was only to protect how you really felt.

You tried tirelessly to push your feelings down in order to do your job for your Capo, but that was impossible. How could anyone hide their feelings for someone so compassionate, selfless, and loving? Bruno was not only such a warm person, but whenever he needed to do his job or protect someone, a ruthless and dominating man would emerge. His courageous ambitions alone inspired you in every aspect and made you want to be a better person. Everyone around him loved him.

It also didn't hurt how extremely gorgeous he was. One look was all it took to make anyone turn their heads with admiration for his beauty. Just the way he carried himself and the way he talked or even laughed was so graceful yet masculine which made everything all the harder to cope with. Sometimes he'd catch you staring at him for far too long, and would give you a lookover and smirk. There was a fine line between you two, one that you teetered over and he watched with amusement. Maybe he enjoyed your attention or maybe he was just naturally comfortable with you since he's been your friend for years, but he never looked like he didn't want you to check him out. In fact, there were times he did the same with you, although, you chalked it up to him being kind and not wanting you to be uncomfortable with getting caught ogling him. What you do know is that you absolutely had to stop this before you did something you'd regret.

And yet, every night you secretly let yourself go and satisfy your fantasies with the thoughts you stowed away in the day. The reveries you'd select from your memory like a delectable menu of salacious thoughts were the ones that'd control your body and fingers. Your voice was the fruit of your labor as your fingers would throw your body in thrashes across your bed. Your imaginings would entail him thrusting his long, thick fingers in your mouth as he spread your thighs apart with a smoldering look so hot it could burn you alive. Thoughts of him crawling on top of you with those built muscles of his sinuously twisting as he positioned himself at your entrance would send shivers down your spine. He'd whisper in your ear how pretty you were and then slowly penetrate you only to vividly groan against your ear. His deep voice would send vibrations through your chest as his own pecs lay on you, and once more his voice would intoxicate you with its perfumed words telling you what a good girl you were for taking all of him in.

And... shamefully, tonight isn't any different.

You lie on your bed, bare and writhing from your own hands with your head full of foulness. Wet circles spread across your clit by your fingers — the fingers you wish were Bruno's — and rough grasps prick the skin of your breasts with goosebumps as you try to simulate how he'd squeeze your mounds with his big hands. Small moans escape your mouth despite trying your hardest to be careful of who hears you in the tucked-away villa Bruno offered you to stay at. God, if only it were his deft fingers rubbing you instead and his mouth on your breast instead of your— suddenly, you hear a familiar knock at the door and your voice gets stuck in your throat. Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to sit up.

"U-uh, yeah, what is it?" You call out, wondering if you should cover yourself, but you know Bruno would never barge in.

"Bella, I’m sorry to bother you so late, but could you let me in?"

Your eyes shoot over to your alarm clock, 12:00 am. Just simply hearing his deep, melodic voice booming behind the door makes your body shiver. Gulping down, you start putting your clothes back on with jittery hands.

"W-wait just give me a second."

Why on earth would he be asking to come in at a time like this? Is it really just a coincidence or did he hear you?

Walking over to the door, you unlock it and open the door as normally as you can muster given how out of breath you are. Bruno immediately comes in and glances over at your messy bed, wondering if he ruined a relaxing time for you.

"Is everything okay? Did, did um, something happen?" You ask him, flustered as you quickly smooth your hair down.

"Yes, I'm okay, bella. I'm sorry for interrupting you," he says, confusing you.

Avoiding his eyes like the plague, you nervously laugh. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything," you innocently reassure him.

"I'm glad because I'd hate to burden you, but I'm afraid I have a favor to ask of you."

He's so sweet in not wanting to rely on others as people around him rely on him, and it makes you feel good whenever he does ask you for anything.

"Of course, I'll do anything for y— I mean, whatever I can do to help you in any way, I'll do it," you meekly say, cringing inside.

Bruno laughs at your adorableness, his eyes crinkling with a charming smile spreading on his handsome face.

"I was wondering if I could use your shower. Mine has been acting up lately, and I was going to ask Narancia, but he's fast asleep as are the others. I saw that your light was on so I thought maybe it's fine that I ask if it's not too much trouble?"

Your heart begins to thrum as he imploringly stares at you with his penetrating sapphire eyes. It's not like you can reject a man his deserved shower, and it's not like you wouldn't mind having him wash his soapy, naked body in your shower. The thought alone could keep your heart full for weeks.

"Oh, yes, of course," you laugh, swallowing the thick saliva that's accumulating in the back of your throat as your head goes in places you wish it wouldn't when you're right in front of your damn boss. "There's a fresh towel hanging next to mine on the rack — you'll know which one is mine because it's damp — and you can of course use my shampoo and body wash."

"Thank you, dolcezza," he muses smoothly while stepping toward your bathroom. "You're my lifesaver. I'll be fast, I promise."

Bruno disappears into the bathroom and you're left with his words circulating in your head. 'You're my lifesaver, you're my lifesaver, you're my—' you're his lifesaver. Clutching your chest, you bury your face in your pillow and squeal. Your heart feels like it could burst with that statement alone, but having him in your shower? Showering? Bathing? No, this has to be a dream. With your face smashed in your blankets, you pinch your arm before sitting up. You can hear the shower turn on and you wonder how he prefers the water temperature. Hot or cold? You're guessing hot since he does work those muscles day in and day out. They must be so tight after a long day of work, and you'd love to massage his body to alleviate any stress he carries back home. Your lips unconsciously spread into a goofy grin as you think about Bruno and all his little quirks. Kicking your feet, you wrap your arms around yourself and squirm around as butterflies invade your stomach.

Yes, it's all very innocent when a friend uses your shower, but he's not just a friend to you. He's also your boss and crush, though crush is an understatement, and him being your boss could very well be inappropriate if the situation was like any other. But it's Bruno, so all you can think about are the positives. Yet, you can't help but wonder if you were too loud. How is it that he came at such a perfect time? You really hope that wasn't the case because if so, you'll turn to stone right here and now.

You jump as you hear the bathroom door click open. Looking over your shoulder, you see Bruno emerge from the foggy bathroom and your heart stops altogether.

With a towel hanging dangerously low around his defined Adonis belt, his slim waist carries him like a Roman statue. It looks as though he's flexing his muscles, but he's totally relaxed even when your eyes are on him. The muscles under his tan skin are defined and taut as droplets of water traverse the dips of his pecs and abs. His usually smooth black bob is messy as he dries it with a small towel. Those distinctive oceanic eyes are glued on you, and his expression is far too ambiguous for you to discern. Is he mad? Is he lost in thought?

Bruno stalks over to your perched form on the bed and you instinctively avert your gaze as he approaches your front. Hovering over you in his half-naked form, he looks down at you with a suddenly formidable aura. Grasping your jaw, he tips it up and pulls it toward him while leaning down. Bruno's cerulean eyes are so intense it feels as though he's peering into your soul and you're cemented in place by them.

"Cara, why are you being so shy? Were you not moaning out for me earlier?"

You gawk at him and your body goes rigid as your biggest fear just came true. Of course, though, Bruno being the mischievous and teasing man he is chooses now of all times to bring it up once he's wet and delicious to catch you off guard.

Your mouth tries to turn into a smile to play this off, but it fails into a warped and stiff one. "W-what do you mean?"

Bruno's eyes wash over your lips before they veer back up to your eyes with a gleam in their fierce blues. "Was I at least on your mind when you touched yourself?"

"N-no, what? I wasn't—"

Cocking his head to the side, he has that mocking expression that makes your insides crumble.

"Now, now, you know better than to lie to me, yes?"

Bruno gingerly grabs your neck and turns it so your skin is bared for him. Shifting closer, the tip of his tall nose ghosts over the trunk of your neck and you audibly gulp. Attentively, Bruno licks a fat stripe up the side of your neck with the very tip of his tongue grazing your earlobe as it lifts off your skin. Stifling a moan, your face contorts with a rush of hormones hitting you.

"Mmm, I knew it. Sei una ragazza sporca," he nearly groans with a deep rumble emanating from his chest. (You're a dirty girl.)

Freezing you with the look he once gave Giorno on the train in Napoli, he interrogates you the same way. The scorching gaze is unbearable and it's hard to keep eye contact with Bruno like this, but with his demanding hold on your neck, you can’t help but comply even when your thighs are rubbing together.

"I'm sorry, Capo. I just..I—"

"You what? You like to imagine your Capo touching you?"

"No!" You’re quick to deny it with embarrassment overwhelming you.

"'No?'" Bruno repeats and gives you a scolding look of dismay.

"Then why are you squirming before my very eyes?" Bruno asks with a sharp tongue, scooting his lips closer to your quivering ones. "I didn't even have to test you to know that you're lying, carina. You're as guilty as can be."

Your fearful eyes creep up his face and your eyelashes flutter at him, and that's when he really can't take it anymore. Slowly, he eases his plush pout onto yours with so much passion, it makes you moan. Groaning into the kiss he's been dying to give you, he lets go of your mouth faster than you'd like. There's lust ridden in his eyes and they're hooded with his long eyelashes casting over his high cheekbones. Holding out your chin, he inspects your face by gently turning it from left to right before shifting to give you a kiss on the cheek, and you make a noise that quirks his lips into an amused grin.

"You're so sensitive, bella. I loved hearing how desperate your voice was all those nights when you wanted me to touch you, to kiss you, to fuck you."

Squeaking out with a whine, your insides clench so hard it's borderline painful. Bruno, your Capo, your boss, has heard what you've done on multiple occasions?! Soused in heat, you don't know whether to be turned on by what he said or by the fact that he listened in on you masturbating and didn't say anything this whole time. Bruno is just so gentlemanly and possibly vanilla, but this carnal side makes sense given his career in such a stressful and nefarious world.

Bruno snakes his hand from your jaw to the back of your neck and cradles it before kissing you fervently, effectively blasting away any thoughts you have. You moan into the kiss as his tongue slips across the inner flesh of your lips, and you fully accept him inside your mouth. Feverish like he's on fire with his own pent-up feelings blistering out, the kiss burns you alive. The way he smooches you conveys just how much he's been longing for you, and it makes you utterly dizzy. What is even happening right now?

Detaching from your lips, he openly skims his mouth across your jaw and stops in the middle of the bone to suck on it. Easing his way down your neck, your light whimpers torture him and he has to fight the urge to rip everything off of you and sink his cock right into your sopping wetness. Still holding your neck, his possessive nature makes you fidget with glee. Bruno makes you feel like you're already his in his attentive yet greedy hands.

"Carina, I’ve been wanting to do this for so long," he confesses between his attacks on your neck. (Cutie.) "You're not alone in dipping into bad thoughts. Each night, I imagine how you would react when I touch you here—" Bruno grasps your waist before his large hand slides up your ribs, his thumb brushing the underside of your clothed breast.

You gasp and instinctively back away, his other arm bracing your back and sitting next to you as close as humanly possible.

"May I?" He whispers in your ear, his voice deep and guttural laced with a saccharine tone.

Nodding, you release the breath you've been holding. "Yes," you breathe, squeezing his broad shoulders. "You can do whatever you want, Bruno."

"Hm, what an eager girl I have on my hands," he softly teases before melting his lips on your mouth like honey.

Bruno glides his hand upward and cups your breasts through the thin material of your pajama top and soon realizes you're without a bra. He hisses and ends it with a groan as your nipples harden under his long fingers, his cock angrily twitching under his towel. Caressing your mounds, he squeezes them with rapacious pressure as his hands are far more substantial than your own. You feel like clay under his hands as you give way to his molding touch, finally getting what you always fantasized about.

"Tell me, what do you think about when you touch yourself?"

Oh, how he loves toying with you and seeing you squirm under his intent gaze.

Inhaling sharply, you look away. "I-I think about many things."

Bruno can't help but smile at you. "You're imaginative, I gather?"

You sigh, knowing he's messing with you. Of course, you have to be imaginative when you could never approach him. Pecking your temple, he lays off your breasts and embraces you in his arms.

"You and I both know what I'm asking for, yes?" He asks you with his face nuzzled in your neck.

You sigh and nod, ready for what's to come.

"So," he starts off with a confident lilt. Smooching the skin just below your earlobe, he then moves to kiss your ear. "Why don't you tell your Capo how much of a filthy girl you are?" He rasps right in your ear, the cadence of his Italian accent visceral.

You whine before your voice turns into a full-on moan as he sucks at the juncture of your neck and shoulder.

"Bruno," you sigh as he continues to give your skin a harsh suck. "Why?"

"I want to hear it from these pretty lips," he says against your flesh while indenting the swell of your bottom lip with his thumb.

You never knew he'd be this good at seducing you as your head reels with extreme lust.

"I... imagine y-you touching me."

"Where?"

"Here," you say, guiding his hand to one of your breasts and he yields to palm it.

"Do you want me to touch this again?"

"Not just that... I want your mouth there, too."

To say Bruno is quite pleased with your answer would be an understatement as his cock leaks with a newly formed bead of precum. Humming, he stares at you while letting his hands fall to the hem of your top before he pulls it up your bare torso. With your top half now naked before your Capo's ravenous, blue eyes, he gently pushes you down on your back and gets on top of you. Pawing at both of your breasts in his big hands, he gropes them and twists both of your nipples with avid interest. The warmth from his hands blooms over your flesh like fluttering butterflies carrying ecstasy in their wings.

"You're so beautiful that I can't help but be greedy with you," he breathes heavily over your lips. "I want you to myself, all night long."

Large and hungry, his hands stretch as wide as they can get as they're wanting all of your flesh in their captive cages. With your head thrown back, you're unable to realize Bruno's gorgeous face is moving closer until his hair tickles the crest of your breasts. His tongue curls out and it immediately runs a circle around one of your stiff buds before he takes it into his mouth and encases it with his full pout. Your flesh is warm and soft yet hard as he plays with your pert nipple. Bruno happily plays with your breasts with enthusiasm, tasting you as if you were candy. Scrunching his brows, he can feel more of his precum dribble out of his pulsing cock and it makes the Capo shake with anticipation.

Bruno's craving tongue is hot and eager over your breast as it swirls around before flicking your nipple and sucking it into his mouth. He licks your nipple within the tight capture of his lips, and he bites it as he watches you thrash under him like you can't bear the pleasure. The slickness between your legs has gone past the point of no return as it's now dripping down your inner thighs. Catching your other nipple with his free hand, he rolls it with pleasure.

"Mm, please," you mindlessly mew.

"Hmm? What is it, cara?" His question drives his wet lips to move across your pebbled nipple.

"I want more, I want you."

Bruno chuckles at how needy you've become now that you've gotten a taste of what he can do to you. Popping off your now reddened nipple, he turns his gracious attention to your neglected one and washes it with keen concentration.

"Then tell me where else you fantasize your Capo touching you. Show me everything, amore. Let me see what I've been missing."

You moan at his words and you guide his hand down your stomach until it’s at the waistband of your shorts.

"Please," is all you whisper out as your hands shake.

Bruno stands up at the edge of the bed and grips the sides of your shorts and pulls them off your legs with his eyes glued to your face. Flicking his vision to your panties, he unfurls your legs and silently gulps at how completely sodden the fabric is. Taking a thigh in hand, he bends at the hip and runs a thumb up your visibly swollen clit over your underwear. You arch your back and cry out, your hips jerking away.

"Bruno," you gasp, making the Capo's eyes snap over to you.

"You're so lovely, dolcezza. I love the way you react when I tease you."

Hooking brawny arms around your thighs, Bruno kneels on the floor while pulling your ass over the edge of the bed. Gasping, you try to hide his vision with your hands.

"Don't," he warns with steadfast eyes.

Inhaling, your brows knit and you reluctantly let him continue. Softening his expression, he examines the soaked fabric keeping him away from your delectable inner parts. Bruno ducks and leisurely runs his tongue up your clothed pussy, making you wantonly moan before you shield your mouth. He kisses your clit and lowers his mouth to prod your covered entrance with his tongue where most of your slick has accumulated. Viscous and dangerously hot, his eyes roll back as he lets his tongue taste the flavor that soils your panties. You've ruined your underwear to the point where the fabric is completely slippery and allows Bruno's lips and tongue to just glide over you.

With his sharp nose nuzzled against your clit, he drags a deep inhale and salivates as your scent intoxicates him. Balmy, his sinewy hands sink into the ample flesh of your thighs while getting drunk off your pussy's aroma, his thumbs veering upward past the flexed tendons in your inner thighs. Mouthing at your entrance with his plump lips, he soaks the material with his drool and presses his expert tongue into your folds. Your lips separate and push out of your panties from the sides, and Bruno can't help but crack a toothsome smile. The corners of his curled mouth slither over your naked outer lips as his tongue squishes your slit, playing with you until your hips can't stop moving. The saturated cloth forms your shape, giving Bruno a detailed yet hidden idea of how you look like.

Lust clouds his brain and all he can think about is you and your succulent pussy. Bruno is powerless when he's so pussy drunk. His head is mixed with a flurry of licentious thoughts, but one particular fantasy keeps coming to mind. The reverie is one of his favorites and entails him cramming dick underneath your panties and grinding into your sweetness before pinning the gusset to the side and penetrating you. But as much as he wants to do vile things with just your panties alone, he lets out a sigh and ceases his tongue. Roughly, he removes your underwear and places his hands back on your inner thighs like magnets. Perfectly nude before him, the expanse of your skin is like a feast he's more than ready to devour. You whine and look away as he thumbs you open to get a good look at your dripping pussy. Marveling at you, he groans at how impossibly wet you are. Bruno has a fair amount of experience and not even once has he seen anyone so soaked like this before.

"You’re so wet, tesoro. You're leaking everywhere and making a mess. You feel it, no? And to think you were quiet about having this delicacy waiting for me."

Slowly, he flattens his tongue at your entrance, and with his eyes trained on you, he licks the entirety of your pussy from hole to clit. Your features twitch with bliss stilling you as you stare at him. Leisurely ribboning his tongue across your clit, he moves it from side to side and delivers jolts of pleasure right through your spine and through every limb. You swivel your hips and jerk into his mouth, but he holds you down harder. Gripping the sheets while Bruno licks your pussy as if he’s having his first meal in days, you try to get a grasp on the situation but it's incomprehensible.

"Adoro il sapore della tua figa," he drones as his lips glide against your slippery folds. (I love the taste of your pussy.)

Bruno delves deep into your wetness, his tongue tracing circles around your tight hole until it slips inside. Your eyelids shoot open and you throw your head back with your fingers carding through his raven locks. He grunts, understanding this is where he belongs as you tug his hair and your legs fluctuate from spreading open and suffocating him. And Bruno wouldn't mind dying like this if it meant drowning in your cunt.

Savoring how you clench around his tongue, he pulls it out to ferally lap your clit with determination to make you cum hard. Your moans pitch higher and higher, signaling your orgasm is just over the horizon. Bruno sinks two thick fingers inside your pussy, groaning at the plush resistance while his tongue is still at it with your clit. The second his agile fingers curl and push a zone within you, you unexpectedly unravel from that motion alone. Squeezing his fingers with your rippling walls, you wail out and shake with violent tremors plaguing your body. Bruno's mouth slobbers over you as he's completely in awe by how sexy and beautiful you are when you're climaxing. Just watching you ride the waves of bliss could make the Capo cum.

With tears glossing your eyes, you let go of his hair as you come down from your unimaginable high. Blinking away tears, you see Bruno resting on his haunches looking like he's at his wit's end. His cock strains against his towel and it lifts the heavy fabric up, tenting it. The outline of his size is fuzzy yet still definable through the thick material, showing just how rock-hard he is. You swallow hard as his lithe body arches over you to give you an impassioned kiss on the lips. Snaking his tongue between your lips, he offers you a taste of yourself and your ears go hot. Is this the taste he savored so much?

Gradually breaking his all-encompassing kiss with a drunken smile, his eyes smooth over you with their misty appearance. Your head is fuzzy and you're starting to think this is all a dream, but it's not as your hands slide down his sculpted abs. Bruno is realer than ever and right in front of you, ready to unite your body with his. His muscles flex with your touch and completely tighten the lower your hands traverse the knots in his hard torso. Your fingertips brush over a prominent vein of his that guides you to where Bruno really wants you: his erection.

Exhaling audibly, his sapphires are locked on your dreamy face, and his heart soars when you look up at him through your lashes. Heavy and wanting, your eyes captivate him wholly, but then he feels your hands fiddle with the fold in his towel and breaks eye contact. Bruno's Adam's apple bobs, swallowing hard as you reveal his aching virility. With his eyes flickering between your face and your hand, he gauges your delighted reaction. Bruno is humble in everything he owns, yet, seeing how overjoyed you are with his size makes his ego fly through the roof. Standing tall and curved, your Capo is much bigger than you expected. His heavy cock looks painful with its deep rosy color at the aching and leaking head, and it makes your mouth water. Though you caught a sneak peek through the towel, it was nothing compared to how big he really is. He's not only thick but also long, though not long enough to be a painful cervix breaker.

"Bruno," you breathe in as a bead of precum drips down the side of him.

The desperate look in your eyes taunts him and makes him want to demolish you. Quickly latching his lips to yours, he dominates your mouth with heated zeal. Although devoted to his kiss for you, he shatters it with a groan when you wrap a hand around his girthy shaft. Your voice gets stuck in your throat as his slimy precum spreads under your palm, giving you the opportunity to stroke him with ease. Slowly pumping his veiny cock, you delicately cup one of his balls with your other hand, and he viciously grunts from the sensitivity.

"Don’t tease me, cara," he warns and grabs your wrists, and pulls you away from him.

Bruno lifts you up and positions you on all fours on the bed in front of him and his beating cock. You watch his dick bob in the air as he stands before you, letting you soak in all of his glory. Gathering your hair with a hand, he takes his cock by the base with another and rubs his delicate frenulum across your wet lips.

"Hai fantasticato di succhiarmi?" He questions you with a husky cadence in his charged voice. (Have you fantasized about sucking me?)

"Yes, Capo."

Bruno inhales shakily at the pet name, and there's a twinge that rifles through his cock.

"Allora fallo," he orders like the true Capo that he is. (Then do it.)

Opening your mouth as wide as it can go, your velveteen cavern swarms the head of his cock in pleasant warmth. You try and take all of him in at once and descend your mouth down his length as far as it can go, but it's too hard. Bruno cracks out a moan at your eagerness to please him as you try your best to pet the swollen underside of his dick with your tongue even though your mouth is obviously too full. Tightening his grip on your hair, he starts rocking himself into your mouth at a steady pace. Inching himself deeper and deeper, the end of his bulbous tip hits your throat, and you gag. With his mouth falling open, he can't hold back his animalistic craving to hear you gag over and over. Bruno's hands shift across your head and your pussy involuntarily clenches knowing what he's trying to do.

"You suck your Capo well," Bruno coos with a rasp, flanking the sides of your face in his hands. "I bet you did this about a hundred times in your head, no?"

You gurgle and choke around his cock in response, your body twitching as your gag reflex fights for control. With his thumbs resting on your temples, the rest of his fingers seam themselves in your hair as he locks your head in his big hands. Left completely caged in, you're vulnerable to your Capo's mercy. Bruno can't lie, he gets off on the fact that you're his subordinate and he's your boss with a power dynamic that's palpable. But whether he's your boss or not, he'd still want this control over you.

"Ti piace avere il cazzo del tuo Capo nella tua bocca avida?" Bruno groans, beguiled by your explorative tongue. (Do you like having your Capo's cock in your greedy mouth?)

The vibrations of your responsive moan make him shiver, riling up the mafioso even more. Shifting his hips back, Bruno thrusts in your mouth and instantly breaches the tightness of your throat and groans as you gag over the head of his engorged cock. You think he's going to pull out, and he does, but he only lets himself out about an inch before going in and making you gag once more. Repeating himself, he fucks your throat and mouth, making you gag each time he hits your throat. Oh, how he loves hearing you slurp his dick, and how he obsesses over you gagging on him.

Tears start brimming your eyes before they free themselves past your eyelashes and down your cheeks as Bruno maintains his cock in your throat. Resolved to satisfy him, you concentrate on breathing and wait for him to pull out. Being used in such a way makes your pussy spasm with need, a need for him to bury his long dick right into you. You feel his base jerk one, then two, then three times before he slides out of your mouth with a nasty string of saliva connecting you to his shiny cock.

"Che brava ragazza sei," he praises with much regard. (What a good girl you are.)

Taking your chin, he kisses you hard. You get lost in his kiss so much so that you're like a melted candle in his arms as he maneuvers you on your back once more. The bed dips with his weighted knees on either side of your hips, his strong thighs pushing your legs up and out to make way for him. Bruno parts from the kiss and cradles your cheeks with his hands while his cock brushes past your clit. He mimics your gaping mouth as he keeps pressing his shaft against your pussy, enthralled by the heat below his shaft. Repeating the same motions, he coats his dick with your nectar until vile squelches fill the air. Your entrance pulses underneath his girth, begging him to load you up in one go.

Mewling his name in a shrill voice, you dig your nails into his muscled back as you pull him closer. "I want you, please, right now," you desperately beg.

"Sono stato così disperato per te," he breathes, letting his blistering blue eyes fall down your beautiful body until they observe your glassy folds repeatedly splitting around his cock. (I've been so desperate for you.)

Bruno takes your breath away with his admission. "Really?"

"Sì, ever since I laid eyes on you, mia dolce ragazza," he whispers in your ear. (My sweet girl.)

Bruno runs the very tip of him down your entrance and carefully penetrates the tight barrier, melting the two of you into one. You whine as your elastic walls stretch to accommodate his immense proportion. Kissing your forehead as a reward for enduring the pain, he soothes you as he struggles to inch in deeper. It hurts and burns, but the fullness he brings is otherworldly and turns the pain into sweet elation. The second Bruno reaches halfway inside you, he retracts and feels your walls cling to him before he opens you back up by sinking into you again. His eyes roll back as he persists in unfurling your pussy from the inside, his throbbing cock spearing your taut walls with perseverance. Grabbing your waist, he huffs before finally bottoming out and growling with a clenched jaw.

"Sei così stretto, mi sta facendo impazzire," he sneers, his fingers indenting your flesh around your waist and hips. (You're so tight, it's driving me crazy.)

Your dewy insides hug him in a snug embrace as if you were made for him, turning the mafioso into some sort of creature for desire. Bruno is unable to fully grasp the staggering sensations you drown him in and struggles to keep his sanity in check. He's never felt so good in his life before, even when partaking in the sins of the flesh as this is on a different level than anything he's used to. You're enveloping Bruno in a bestial disposition.

"Cazzo," he sighs under his breath, struggling to restrain himself from fucking you until you're screaming and crying and too ruined for anyone else.

"You're really," you wince as he slides out. "Big."

"Hmm, I never knew," he teases sarcastically with a wolfish grin.

Thumping his way back into you, his pelvis meets your bottom with a light smack, its perfumed melody alighting both of your ears in flames. Bruno grabs one of your thighs and hikes it up on his hip, caressing the bottom of it as your other leg locks around his slender waist. With his magnetic blues fixated on you, he commences a deep, languid, and eager tempo.

"La tua figa è stupefacente." (Your pussy is amazing.) "You're amazing," he lovingly compliments you, his expression so adoring it makes your heart skip several beats.

Bruno smiles wholeheartedly when your pussy squeezes him, knowing you're touched by his words.

"Do you know how beautiful you are, carina?" He asks, wanting to stir your heart even more while he mixes your insides with zero effort.

Shyly meeting his eyes, your hands travel down the deep line in the middle of his back. His strong muscles shift under his warm skin every time he moves, waving like the sea he loves so much.

"You are," you simply reply, savoring the hot skin of his waist and hips that constantly brush your inner thighs as he fucks you.

"There's not a single person that could compare to you," he utters, capturing you in his vision.

Too blissed out to respond, you do so with a loud moan. Bruno watches you writhe beneath him just like he has in his dreams. Laid out and naked before him, your breasts bounce with his passionate, rolling hips and your face contorts as he pleasures your body in the most perfect of ways.

"Every night I imagine fucking you like this, and wonder how you would look if you were full of my cock," he murmurs. Lowering his face to your neck, he kisses you there before repeating with your earlobe. "I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Not when you look perfect with me inside you," he flatters in your ear, his voice so hoarse that it thunders through you.

Your lower body involuntarily jerks in response to his words, making the Capo grunt. Clasping his hands on the back of your thighs, he pins them to the bed and venerates the stretching pump his cock glides into you with. Your pussy incessantly swallows him whole with your labia opening wide around him. Salivating, he wishes he could fuck and eat you out at the same time with his greed driving his thoughts. With a sneer to his full mouth, he pounds into you and makes the bed shift with his emphatic motions. You gasp and pant, clutching onto him for dear life while he blooms heat through your body.

"I think you're being too loud, cara," he says in a taunting tone. "We don't want to wake everyone up now do we?"

Your walls clamp down on him and he smirks devilishly.

"Or do you?"

"No," you sigh, biting your lips together to quiet yourself.

Bruno's plump lips twitch into a wicked grin, determined to crack you open. Withdrawing until his tip is barely in you, he rams himself back in you with a loud smack and shriek emitting from your lips. You immediately see stars and you scramble to cover your mouth, helplessly silencing yourself.

"You just can't be quiet, can you? So cute," he says impudently while railing you as hard as you deserve.

Your toes curl and your limbs stiffen around him, and it proves difficult to keep your mouth shut even with the physical barrier of your hand. Bruno's rigid pelvis and toned thighs slap against your body, mingling with the other lascivious sounds that fill the room and bounce off the walls. It's surprising no one has banged on your wall at this point. Though it'd be awkward if someone were to hear both of you coalescing, Bruno is quite absorbed by the fact that you can't shut up even one bit. Releasing your thighs, he instead pushes them upward with his arms by palming the bed with his hands. The position has him closer and now you can get an ever better look at him while he drills into you with undying vigor.

"Ti piace guardarmi mentre ti scopo?" He goads you with a curled grin. (Do you like watching me fuck you?)

Your mouth hangs open with drool threatening to dribble down your chin, your endless arousal once again fanned by his exquisite comments. Your eyes snap down to your connection with your Capo's body, regarding the way his solid girth extends your folds past his gouging shaft. Bruno earnestly joins you in watching, the breadth of his tongue watering from the different perspective he has of the two of you. With his line of sight, he's able to see your entirety in far greater detail. Your folds glisten and stretch wider with the thicker part of his cock entering and exiting you, your aching hole repeatedly going from empty to expanding.

"I love seeing your small pussy swell over me each time I bury my cock in you," Bruno murmurs, shifting his hands higher up on the bed and forcing your hips to lift before hitting you at a different angle.

You sputter in the back of your throat as the pressure inside your womb abruptly amounts to such a degree of pleasure it's violently ripping a shrill voice out of you. Bruno's shaft drags through your gummy walls with vehemence and presses each and every spot within you with gracious speed and delicious force.

"Shut me up, please," you beg him with tears in your eyes.

Amused by your plea, he grins down at you and throws your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half under his muscular and heavy body. He places a hand over your mouth with his pinky below your nose and his face dangerously close to yours as if he's studying you like a specimen.

"As much as I want to hear that pretty voice of yours, amore, you're being a noisy girl," he utters.

Bruno grunts, your pussy squeezing him in response to him.

"La tua piccola fica continua a soffocarmi il cazzo, dolcezza." (Your little cunt keeps choking on my cock.) "Your throat is no different than this, hm?" He coos while clasping a big hand around your throat to make a point.

Your body dances with pleasure for him as he hotly scowls down at you with his own desire and lust filling him to the brim.

"You're so kind for rewarding me with that loud, immoral voice of yours," he lilts, his accent becoming thicker with each word just like his cock is with each pulsating lunge.

"One would think you're a shameless woman with such erotic moans," he goads you, fanning the fires inside you. "Devi davvero amare il cazzo del tuo capo, no?" (You must really love your Capo's cock, no?)

Tears cascade down your cheeks and his hands as your impending climax is starting to drive you mad. With such a gorgeous sight below him, his grip on your mouth tightens with his fingers digging into your cheek's flesh. There's now a permanent wrinkle in between his eyebrows, and that alone shows just how much he's enjoying himself. Absolutely immersed in you, he can't soften any of his features and put a facade on as he's deep in the trenches of rapture. Swallowing thickly, he knows his end is near.

Bruno lets your legs down and he bends to seize one of your nipples with his lips and tongue. He loves how you moan earnestly, relishing the vibrations that your voice makes under his hand. Sucking your nipple, his tongue washes over it and you're almost on the very edge of snapping. Detaching from your nipple, there's a line of spit following his bottom lip as he gazes up at you while switching to your other nipple. With the sensation of his cock impetuously driving into your saturated pussy, he confines you with one arm under your back while still covering your mouth. Encircling your arms around his neck, you struggle to breathe with his hand covering your mouth and his body drilling into yours. Canting his hips at an angle that has him positioned slightly above you, he hits a sweet spot you never knew you had and you shudder and shriek in his hand. Clenching his teeth, he hisses as his slapping balls tighten and his cock swells with more blood; the feeling of your pussy pulsating on him engulfs him in rhapsody. Your walls hug him tighter than ever, and he knows your orgasm is imminent.

"Right there, dolcezza? La tua figa vuole il mio cazzo proprio qui?" Bruno punctuates his statement with a particularly rough thrust. (Does your pussy want my cock right here?)

"Mmmh!" You cry, your nails raking his back as your depths refuse to let him reel back his cock.

Bruno is unyielding in his hammer-like lunges, yet his tempo has changed from meticulous thrusts to sloppy crashes. Statuqesue curves billow in his working muscles, his warm skin rising with goosebumps as his end is near. Ripping his hand from your mouth, he palms your face with your ear between his thumb and index finger and weaves your mouths together. The two of you exchange moans in the open-mouthed kiss, your tongues intertwining as Bruno drills you into the rocking bedframe.

"Sto per venire, tesoro. Verrai per me?" He rasps in your mouth, his spit-slicked lips slipping across your wet mouth. (I'm gonna cum, darling. Will you cum for me?)

You frantically nod and his hands dig into the flesh of your hip and back as he uses your body as leverage to make you fuck him back. You roll your pelvis into him and he growls, his nails creating crescent marks into your back as he cradles and carries it. His jaw hangs open and his darkened blue eyes are steadfast on you, openly groaning as he falls over the precipice, and that smoldering expression alone makes you cum hard. Casing your mouth with his, he stifles your scream with a fierce kiss that hardly lets you breathe.

Both of your bodies' visceral responses swallow each other whole. Bruno's shaft twinges as torrents of semen erupt from it and coat your insides while continuously fucking you with all his might, sloshing your liquids together in a lecherous amalgamation. Milking his beating cock with your clinging, viscid bounds, you draw out copious amounts of Bruno's delicious release. Shivers run down your spine as you can't control your body's muscle spasms with otherworldly euphoria bludgeoning you. Bruno's searing-hot base jerks with up and down motions and gradually slows along with your throbbing walls.

There's a trickle of liquids between the bond of your tired bodies, but the two of you can only focus on the dull pulse that's waning. Bruno is languid with his minute thrusts as globs of his release ooze out of you. Absolutely satiated and full of him, you lie mollified on the bed while he eases off you. Bruno smiles at you before pecking your lips and petting your hair, high on cloud nine from your acceptance of him. His eyes shoot down to your coupling and he sucks in air through his pearly whites and retracts from your molten heat. Your stretched skin glides back off him and he admires the hue of your tender flesh as it drools of his thick ejaculate.

Whining from the emptiness inside of you, you pout at him. Bruno chuckles in response but is hypnotized by the sight before him. Tilting his head as if he were inspecting a work of art, he takes his index and middle finger to split your bathed folds, and more globs of his cum flood out. He hums with delight and scoops some of the white fluid with his fingers before bringing it up to your mouth. Receiving his offer without reflection, you eagerly stick your tongue out for him, and he gracefully makes you taste him.

"Come assaggio?" He asks with a simper, keeping intense eye contact with you. (How do I taste?)

Sucking his fingers as they leave your mouth, you swallow his release and smile. "Delicious."

Bruno laughs and smooches your cheek. Taking a piece of your hair, he rolls it thoughtfully before putting it back behind your ear and beaming at you with splendid satisfaction.

"Well, was I everything you imagined?" He asks you with the most gorgeous smile a man could have. "I know my dreams were a pale comparison to the real thing."

You turn bashful by Bruno's thoughtful words and teeter your own remarks.

"Y-yes. Possibly, more than I could have ever imagined, really."

Resting his forehead against yours, he pushes you down with his tall nose pressing past the side of your nose and into your cheek.

"Smettila di essere così adorabile. Otherwise, I'll have to ravage you again," he growls. (Stop being so adorable.)

A silent gasp escapes you. "What if I want that?"

A sardonic laugh blows out of his nose. "You don't know what you're asking for, dolcezza," he says, nuzzling your cheek with his.

"No, really," you back away and sit up on your knees to lean into him.

Bruno's expression turns serious with his features relaxed yet stern. "I said stop. Unless you want me fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk or sit down."

You gasp and relent, lying back down. Amused, he sighs a laugh and grabs your hand before kissing the palm of it.

"Let me get you something to clean you up, mio dolce." (My sweet.)

Kissing your temple, Bruno gets off the bed and goes into the bathroom to dampen a washcloth. You sit patiently for him until he comes walking back with zero shame for being in his birthday suit and still being rock-hard. Avoiding eye contact, you scoot over to the end of the bed. He offers you his hand and you take it to stand, but you can barely do so without your legs wobbling.

"Here," Bruno coos, seizing your arms and putting them around his skinny waist. "Reggimi." (Hold me.)

Doing as he says, you cling to him while he gently wipes you down. You're so much smaller than him that he has to bend quite a lot to reach the areas of your sensitive parts.

"Just a little longer, carina," he muses with a sweet, tender tone.

Finishing up by folding the washcloth to a clean side, he gives your swollen lips one last pat before standing up.

"You didn't have to, but thank you."

Carding a hand through your hair, he tosses the cloth in a hamper in the corner of the room.

"Of course, cara. I want to. You honored me with your body and I made a mess out of it, so it's only natural I clean my mess."

Your heart soars and that's when the heaviness of the situation dawns on you. Though you want to discuss what's going on, you'll leave it for tomorrow when your head is less fuzzy.

Bruno effortlessly scoops you up into his arms and lays you back onto the bed before sliding in next to you with the blankets being pulled over the two of you. Humming with contentment, he snuggles against your soft body as he silently remarks how your skin feels like silk chiffon.

"Bruno," you call out.

Those vivid sapphires gaze at you, and a thick eyebrow raises.

"Is your shower really broken?"

Staring at you, he cracks a huge, guilty smile.

"Bruno!" You admonish him, gently shoving him as he starts laughing. "Who's the dirty one now, huh? My very own Capo!"

"A man must do what he must," he hums, wrapping his arms around you. "Regardless of what position he's in."

Scoffing with a laugh, you look at him incredulously. "And what is it that a man must do?"

"To make the one he desires fall for him," he answers you, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkling like you're a jewel he's treasuring.

"I... I never knew you felt that way," you gulp. "I could have never imagined my Capo having those feelings for me."

Your tone saddens him and he sits up, his pecs on display as the blanket slithers down his sinewy abs.

"Amore," he starts, swallowing hard.

He sighs and looks away and it surprises you. Is he nervous?

"I have very strong feelings for you," he admits, taking your hand and sandwiching it between his. "If I didn't, I would have never done something so improper of a Capo."

Your heart nearly sinks at the word 'improper' and your expression falters, but he shakes his head.

"What I mean is, I never want to put you in a place where you felt overpowered by me because of my position. So, that's why I never pursued you," he says, rubbing your fingers with his bigger ones. "Do you understand now?" Bruno asks you beseechingly, his eyes scavenging your face for any answers.

You take his hand that's been fiddling with your own and you press it against your cheek, twinkling at him. "I do."

"Mia ragazza, you're sweeter than anything in this world," he coos lovingly before stealing a blazing kiss from you. (My girl.) "Ti amo," he says in a barely-there whisper across the swell of your lips, his glazed-over eyes peering down at you through long lashes. (I love you.)

The words spilled out of his mouth like honey and you're left speechless.

"I know it's sudden, but don't feel like you have to—"

"I love you, Bruno. I always have... and I think you've known that."

Chuckling against your lips, he smirks. "I did."

Bruno blends his luscious lips with yours, his tongue seeking your own to savor you. Shifting atop you, he lies between your legs with his neverending erection pressing into your inner thigh while controlling the assertive kiss. Bruno encapsulates you in his warmth as he's still completely stripped and completely clinging to you like glue. Moving his head to the side, he deepens the kiss even more and bathes your tongue with his in wet curls. You moan his name and he hums before peppering wet kisses down your neck. He takes one of your thighs and brings it up, fastening it to his waist before slowly grinding into the fresh moisture between your legs. It's intrinsic for him to automatically search for your heat, wanting to always be close to you. In the back of his mind, there's an annoying voice telling him to stop and let you rest, but he can't. Not when you've both confessed to one another after years of fluctuating between do and don't. It's now time Bruno cherishes you with his entire heart.

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𝐘𝐎𝐔‘𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘, 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒!

scaramouche likes to put all of his frustration and stress into eating you out, cumming untouched in the process.

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୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (fem! receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, slight biting, cumming untouched, you call him kuni hehe.

"you don't even know how annoying that is!"

scaramouche continued to explore his lips over the tender insides of your thighs while complaining, guiding you back towards your bed until your head hit the soft silky pillows, leaning down. "it's so fucking frustrating."

the darkened strands of his hair lazily hung around his face, there was an almost unbearable surge of air roaming over your skin, filling the room and giving you difficulties in breathing.

the mattress squeaked under the shifting weight of your lover, you swallowed the growing twist in your throat and felt the ever so sinful awareness of his tongue sliding over your thighs, adding his sharp teeth to nibble on the shaking skin, biting down.

"you won't ever frustrate me like that, right?"

stilling himself on you, you did nothing more than meeting his eyes with his palms branding each one of your legs, properly nestling himself in between your aching core. "i'd never." turning to him, you murmured the words and rolled them off your tongue in between irregular panting, signaling him how bothered you had become with your lips pursed.

"ah, you're right." he didn't blink, nor did he lose his hold on you, fuck, the way you laid there, so unbelievably sexy, out of breath and he hasn't even started to pleasure you yet! savoring his first kiss on your aching clit, you whined his name before he spoke again.

"you'd never betray me, how foolish of me to even entertain that idea." in any normal circumstances, one would think it was a typical conclusion he found deep inside his tinkering brain, yet somehow it still sounded like scaramouche needed that conformation from you.

"never, kuni." managing to brace yourself, you spread your legs further with your eyes lidded, your impassioned words enough to send him to the brink of desperation as you held your breath, letting go of it with a shiver.

humming in satisfaction, scaramouche repeated the process, placing another kiss on your trembling clit, handling you soft and delicately. The hot ache in between your parted legs was growing and he knew, he always did, he had you figured out and could clearly see how soaked and flooded you had gotten.

"kuni, please." you wiggled breathily, "i need you now." he felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled upon listening to your begs, cautiously prodding out his tongue to draw it into your flesh, your body relaxing, yet tiny quivers still ran through your figure, reacting in a fine tremor that felt like a sweet buzzing against you.

"you got me already, don't act stupid." moving his fingers on you, he watched you eagerly, prodding the first digit in. Of course, he figured, you were tight as always, so fucking tight it made his mouth water, your slippery fluids drenching his fingertip as he let you take another inch.

a pathetic whine was everything you were able to get out, yet it still didn't do the sensations you were experiencing justice. The need to have him closer to you, buried in your core with his eyes drawn to you at all times was enormous, massive.

your hand gravitated towards his hair, digging your nails into his scalp as she moved his tongue on you, lapping at your spongy folds and simultaneously dragging his digit back and forth your tightness.

it was maddening, unfair, how he always managed to tackle your sweetest spots, enveloping you slowly in his mouth and tonguing his wet muscle in between your glistering folds. Your head was thrown back into the cushions, moaning the passion out for your lover to hear as he groaned, sucking strongly before closing his mouth on your quivering bundles, pulling away.

your sobs continued to wreck your insides, whining when he refrained completely yet still leaving his finger buried in. "how did that feel, hm?" scaramouche muttered just above your wet cunt, laughing at the way you tried to hide on how turned on you were now.

"it feels good, please more." answering in blind agreeance, you sighed in relief when he put his attention back where you craved it, rubbing your clit with the tip of his tongue. The burning pleasure on your hole turned you into a mindless haze, your nails embedded in his scalp as the mixure of both tongue and fingers had you salvating, curling your toes inwards.

"you're so far gone." truthfully, scaramouche couldn't keep his eyes off you, more so was he getting drunk off your juices. So sweet yet with a faint layer of bitterness, the obvious tent in his pants hardening when he rutted himself against the mattress, swallowing down your gooey substance.

your breasts rose and fell with each deep breath you took, a light trace of sweat embedded on the curve of your mounds. He swore whenever he'd open his eyes, open them to watch you struggle, he could feel his cock twitch in his pants, ache and crave to be buried and sucked in by your walls but fuck, something about pleasuring you this way was even better.

it was evident that it was him who was in control, he had the power to give and take, the power to decide. With that, scaramouche prodded the next finger in, in one drag adding it into your sobbing hole, stretching you apart. How hot and squishy your walls were, wiggling his fingers in you to find a nice comfortable place before shoving them back in.

with the added pressure on your core, you moaned with your jaw hung low, throwing your head back with your eyes pointing to the ceiling. Your screams echoed through your face, chest and your stomach, the vibrating sensation coaxed scaramouche on to fasten his tempo, wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling on your tiny electrified bundles, his sharp teeth grazing over the pulsating sensitivity.

for him, it's the biggest compliment and ego boost when he can clearly sense how you were enjoying yourself simply from his touch on you, not to mention your tender walls twitching with every shove of his digits in your softness, fluttering and flexing your muscles.

tears were beginning to bubble out of your eyes, lifting your torso up while holding him down on your warmth, trembling upon witnessing the almost embarrassing squelching noises you were making. Scaramouche groaned into your pussy, thrusting himself into the mattress and holding you still so he could work on you without being disturbed by your bothersome humanly body responses.

"i‘m so close, please." developing into a whiny mess, he used his slender fingers to scissor your abused cunt, turning you louder when you met his pace halfway, wiggling your hips into his tongue. The tension tearing into your sweet core was on its breaking point, evolving and expanding with your oxygen falling short, burning your lungs.

"you're already close? from only my fingers?" scaramouche clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, his fingers repeatedly pressing against your sweet point mixed with the roughness of his skilled flattened tongue drawing painfully fast circles on your clit.

the wide smirk on his face was evident even without you actually spotting it, he obviously wouldn't tell you but scaramouche was on the brink of cumming himself, untouched and from simply shoving his cock into the bedsheets under him, a damp splotch decorating his pants.

"fuck." your body jolted with tension, your entrance twitching with his fingers knuckles deep, sucking him in and tensing up, keeping him there. A thin layer of sweat covering his pale skin with his closed eyes focusing down on where your core was connected with his tongue, chasing your climax like a wild beast, groaning when his erection rubbed particularly hard over the rough material of his pants.

you suddenly hiccuped and whined out screaming, toes curling at the unique sensation only he was managed to coax out and arouse in you, the bubble in your stomach popping when you released yourself against his mouth, coating and staining his chin and cheeks with scaramouche‘s moans vibrating your core.

never faltering the shoves of his fingers in you he rode your orgasm out, grinning lowly and licking you fiercely when your body gave out on you at last, turning lax. The sounds of pure euphoria had the room in a dominating aura, sinfully swirling over your twitching body when you trembled, exhausted and tired from his rough play on you.

your juices sticked on the insides of your thighs, drooling down your ass and staining the bedsheets when scaramouche pulled himself away, a tiny thread still connecting him to your pussy. With that, he used the back of his hand to brush your juices off his face, licking off the rest of your essence and drinking it up, much to your pleasure.

humming in satisfaction, he brought his lips to you to make you taste yourself. The embarrassment had you whine on his mouth when he swirled his tongue around yours, cheeks prickling with warmth. Quickly, you returned it, prancing your hand over his stomach before cupping his heat, squeezing the wet spot when you suddenly realised.

you whimpered when he grinded himself into your palm, the idea of scaramouche being so unbelievably horny from eating you out had you in a tight grip and the fact he climaxed from it too, confidence roaming into your veins.

"i love you." your weak voice was music to his ears, a low hum rumbling in his chest which was a clear place holder for the somewhat normal response he had actually planned to use as an answer to your words.

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TRICK OR TREAT

⁰¹ I don't have regrets or shame. I was extremely horny and thinking abt tartaglia and scary clowns. Best things of the world

⁰² Yes i know that is Ghostface in the picture, I just couldn't find a clown to fit the aesthetic ok

⁰³ tw: dumbification, lots of "sweetie, cutie, slut, bitch", pussy pleaser tartaglia, primal play, mentions of cum and blood, exhibitionism, fucking in the woods, kissing, biting, creampie, lots of cum (I'm disgusting<3). And clowns.

⁰⁴ no beta we die like valorant players

Enjoy <3

You loved Halloween, it's the best part of the year. The screaming of kids, the candy, the ghosts. Even if people called you weird for liking this things.

Truth is, you were always a little weird.

But the best people in the world are.

When you and your friends decided to go to the Halloween Carnival that would take place in town, you were super excited. People scaring you from all sides? Cool costumes and games? You're in. And maybe you liked the idea of being chased by a fake killer clown a little too much? Yes but it wasn't your fault they were... attractive.

Your friends knew it, and they weren't the least bit surprised to see your excitement when they arrived at the Carnival. Between running away from clowns and even trying to kiss some of the "scary" clowns, you and your friends managed to have a lot of fun and even get laughs out of people who were working that night.

You and your friends decided to split up and play some games, between jokes and attempts to eat at some point you ended up losing the group. You just laughed deciding to look for them along the way, looking the costumes, taking pictures do maybe draw latter, and eating candy. You're humming a soft melody of "Scarborough Fair" when a sudden clown emerged in front of you making you scream and laugh.

"Trick or treat cutie?" the muffled voice asked you. He was tall, oh boy he as tall, and he did a good job with his mask, and he was holding a fake axe in hands. 8/10 of a costume.

"You scared the shit out of me!" You laugh, bending your body to take a deep breath. The clown seemed amused by your reaction.

"Usually people start crying out of fear and don't laugh you know?" you just let out a weak laugh in response.

"You'll have to do a better trick to get some reaction out of me y'know?" You laughed and stuck your tongue out as you continued walking.

"So will it be trick cutie?" he asked. For a moment you imagined a hint of second intentions in his voice. But so what if it did? It's Halloween, he looked cool, and walking out of the Carnival with wobbly legs and jaw aching from sucking cock seemed like a good idea.

"Yeah. It's trick for you Mr. Scary Clown." You looked behind, smiling at him. He was fast to catch the invite.

After making sure that he didn't catch wrong vibes, and you were sober and consenting to him (after all he's not a jerk and consent is important). He decided to torture you a little (in the best way possible) while leading you to one of the buildings used to prepare one of the haunted houses. He put his hand in the back pocket of your jeans, giving a nice squeeze in your ass every now and then. You're nervous and smiling like a dummy, and honestly who wouldn't? Along the way he was asking things about you while going up in the building, and you could swear you saw a boner in front of his pants. When you reached the third floor of the building he stoped:

"Here's the thing, were going to play a little game." He said. You nodded, you're so dummy, such a good little bitch Tartaglia thought. "We're going to play hide and seek ok?" He got close, putting his hands on your waist, making small circles, you had barely started and your mouth was already dry.

"You can't go downstairs, unless you want everyone seeing what I'm about to do with you okay cutie? Yeah? Can you promise that?" He humped his crotch on your heat slightly, making you moan a little. "I'm going to count to 10, and you're going to hide ok sweetie? Be a doll for me and do as I say hmm?" You nodded, mind hazy already, he gave your ass another squeeze.

"By the way, you can call me Tartaglia. One... Two..." He started counting, you stupidly looked at the rooms and corridors of the small 5 floor building and started to run towards one of the rooms. Outside the window you could see the colorful lights of the Carnival, and below you could hear screams from the haunted house, you smiled at the thought that while everyone was playing outside you would be playing a dirty game inside the building.

You've finally managed to find a reasonable place to hide, behind a counter in a room. You heard Tartaglia saying that he stopped counting and started hunting you. You heart was racing, and your panties were starting to get soaked with the idea of being hunt like a prey. The anxiety and tension making you more excited than you wanted to admit.

"Cutie~ I can hear you panting~" Tartaglia said laughing, you covered your mouth with a red face. Had he turned you into a bitch in heat with just a few humps and ass squeezes? Damn...

For a moment everything was silent and you almost came out of your hiding place to check if Tartaglia had gotten lost or left you there alone. But a pair of hands appeared in your field of vision and pulled you out while laughed. "Fuck yeah, I've got you" he said and you screamed, laughing with him right after.

"Gotta get my treat now." He said next to you ear, turning you to face the window, leaning on the counter. He gave your ass a slap before start humping again, this time more harder and moaning louder. You started mewling felling his boner between your clothed ass. God he was so big, the way he was holding your waist tightly making you feel things.

He started to take off his pants, lowering them to his legs, and palming his boner in front of you. You imitated him taking off your pants and jacket, lucky you weren't in a costume. Tartaglia lifted his mask enough for his mouth to show and started giving you little kisses, with time you two were kissing like horny teenagers.

He was standing between your legs, lowering his underwear and squeezing your breasts. He seemed to try to hold every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're pretty, can't believe I got you all for myself" he said kissing your and giving your neck and collarbones some hickeys. He let his heavy cock rest against your tummy. You bite your lips while held his dick masturbating him. You felt hot and your mind was cloudy, you wanted to suck his dick really bad.

Tartaglia kissed your neck and took off your bra licking and sucking your nipples while looking at you. He was in his own Wonderland. He took of his mask, revealing that even under the mask he wore clown makeup, which was now slightly melted, giving him a chaotic look. He was so pretty. With blue eyes scanning your state: panting, in messy clothes, and breasts inviting him once more.

"Fuck" he said, going back to your nipples closing his eyes sucking and biting like he want to milk your breasts. He humped again rubbing his dick in you clit making you moan loudly and spread your legs. Your fingers twitched in pleasure as he lowered his mouth further and further.

"Can I lick your pussy Sweetie?" He asked nicely patting your belly. You nodded of course you nodded, smiling stupidly. He kissed your pussy, grateful and you're gone, moaning like his little bitch. Tartaglia sucked and licked you as if his life depended on it, his hands held your thighs steady, and even though you closed around him he smiled and rolled his eyes in pleasure like he was tasting ambrosia. The wet sounds of his mouth and you mixed with the excitement outside made your head full.

You rocked your hips against his face and Tartaglia started seeing stars, sucking you while one hand was on his own cock, moaning from both pleasures. He wanted to go on, he wanted to taste you. He hunted you and now he would eat you out and taste everything you had to give him. You were his prey, he was the hunter.

"Ta-Tartaglia-ah! I'm gonna... I'm" you tried to alert him, but oh boy he was long gone between your folds. Sinking his head deeper and his tongue even deeper into you, Tartaglia drank your juices as you squirted into his mouth. The sounds he made as he licked and sucked what was left of you were so obscene that they will haunt you for months. You on the other hand were a mess, your body vibrating and wet with sweat, panting like you'd run a marathon.

When Tartaglia finally left your poor cunt alone, he rose to kiss you, who responded happily, already limp after cumming so intensely. Without giving much time to you for recover, he started to overstimulate your pussy, rubbing his dick on your clit.

"Open your mouth" You obeyed, opening as he commanded. He stuck two fingers inside your mouth and after you had sucked them long enough, he put them inside your pussy. Your legs opened up giving him more room so his fingers could go in and out, like pistons inside your hole. You held his arm giving him little cries while he prepared and coaxed you.

"Shhhh, it's ok doll, you need to be nice and wet for me ok? So I can fuck this pretty little pussy." He slapped your cunt, making you jump. "I think you're ready" He said opening your folds and spitting, using his tongue to lick your clit. Tartaglia held his cock in front of your entrance, the head of his dick was red, like he was angry. It's not a surprise since he was holding back his cum so he could make a mess on you. He put the head inside you slowly, the rest going in without difficulty since you're so wet.

"Ffuck yeah..." He threw back his head. Hissing and moaning. You were so tiny, so hot inside. Your gummy walls gripping his dick like a vice. He wanted to cum already, paint you with thick ropes of hot cum and breed you. God this was already the best halloween for him.

The fact that you were so welcoming to him was the best, your silly face already dumb just for having your pussy eaten by him, god the things he wanted to do with you.

He started to move, going slow just to hear you breaking little by little, moaning like a little bitch on his cock. He held you putting your legs around his waist and started moving your hips faster, making you hold on to him to stay steady. Fucking you raw and in a fast pace, you could feel his cock kissing your cervix. Going deep inside you.

You were so warm, he couldn't stop, he don't wanted to. Tartaglia wanted to keep going on and on and on marking you as his. He had a smile into his face, completely drunk on your pussy. Already addicted into fucking you.

Going back to the counter he made you face the Carnival, pulling your hair while going balls deep into your warmth. Your eyes rolling back to your skull, your voice hoarse from moaning too much. One of his hands going to your clit, making small circles, causing you to hold the counter. The skin on skin noise going more and more fast, Tartaglia was on the verge of tears after holding his cum for so long. And you were cumming again, making Tartaglia hiss felling your insides getting more tight, almost milking his cock, you were already crying of overstimulation.

"You're so so tight doll! Yeah, so tight. I'm gonna make a mess inside you. Take it all like a good little slut hmm? Be a cutie and take all my cum f-fuck yeah!" He shouted, still going in and out while cumming inside your poor little pussy. His cum was thick and hot, making you feel more wobbly, your legs giving up, but Tartaglia was fast to catch you before your fall.

"There you go..." He said, panting. Sitting on the ground with you on his arms. You were fucked silly, saying incoherent words and holding him, with lazy expression. He gave you time to recover this time. And after a little nap you could talk like a functional adult again.

"Your friends called you, i answered saying that you're ok, gave my number and sent a picture of my ID card, they're sweet for taking good care of you." He said, holding your face. You laughed. "Yeah they do that."

"Wanna go to my place? We can eat something and sleep. I pay your Uber tomorrow, how about that?" He offered. You nodded "It's ok for me. But you'll need to carry me, because I think I can't walk anymore." You laughed and he just cover his face in shame. For someone with a sharp tongue, he was cute.

It was a good Halloween indeed.

#not mine

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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Imma be honest with you, the nijisanji en boys, they've got me fucked up... (in a good way tho)

#jjba smut

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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This can be sfw or nsfw but enemies to lovers Dottore?

fatui doctor

i wrote this at the crack of dawn like it’s literally 5:44 am right now UMMM also idk if this is good cuz it doesn’t really feel like enemies to lovers 😔😔 but dottore is hot so i enjoyed writing this

warning(s): nsfw (minors DNI), dottore x fem!reader, dom dottore, spitting, degrading (he calls you a slut and a whore), pet names (darling, love, good girl (i think)), slight choking, overstimulation, slight size kink, slight pain kink, i think there’s some power play(?), dottore being himself <3

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you weren’t quite sure how you were put in this situation. one moment you were stressing out about your mission of capturing a certain fatui doctor that you have little to no information about to a stranger who was nice enough to listen to you ramble, and the next you were in your house — in your room — about to hook up with the very same stranger that you just met.

you had met him at the bar you were in as you were trying to drink all your stress away. he called himself dottore, and was fairly interested in what you had to say; engaging in your ramblings, asking about your well-being, even suggesting that you should take a break from work, and in your stressed out state, you found him to be charming.

sure, you weren’t actually planning on sleeping with him, but one thing can lead to another, and you weren’t actually complaining about it, it wasn’t like dottore was unattractive — oh he was far from being unattractive. plus, it’s not like you couldn’t fend for yourself if he turns out to be dangerous. you were strong enough to be put on a mission to catch a fatui harbinger, after all.

he had you pressed against the wall, your back leaning against him as you felt his hot breath fanning against your exposed skin. you were trying your best to stop yourself from whining at the slight feeling of his knee pressing against your cunt. you wanted more, but you were also too embarrassed to show how needy you were.

dottore’s lips ghosted on your neck, and slowly to your jaw. you could practically feel him smirking as he glanced at your slight flushed face from either the alcohol, or from this entire situation that the both of you were in. “you’re very shameless, love,” his voice was nothing above a whisper, “inviting me to your house like this when you barely even know me.” he continued, his smile growing wider.

you glanced at him from the corner of your eye, desperately trying to look at him as he spoke to you. “for you to do this, oh i can only imagine just how pent up you are down there,” he roughly grinded his knee against your clothed cunt, letting a moan out of you. he almost chuckled at your behaviour, amused with how compliant you were.

he brought one hand to your head to slowly caress your hair from behind, “you let out the sweetest sound, y/n, i wonder what else can that pretty mouth of yours do,” he said, his words made your face heat up with want and desperation. the hand that was gently caressing your hair made its way to your chin, tilting your face so you would properly look into dottore’s eyes.

his pupils were slightly dilated, but you didn’t have much time to study his features, his lips already pressing against yours. the kiss was sloppy and desperate, you genuinely just wanted to feel more of him — meanwhile dottore? he was more than happy to give you more.

he slid his tongue into your mouth, his tongue felt hot against yours, making you slightly whine against him. you felt him chuckle to the vibration it produced, his hot breath once again brushing against your lips. you stretched out your hand as you tried to hold him in any way possible given the position he had placed you in.

“please,” you pulled away, panting and still trying to hold him, but he seemed to like seeing you struggle, smiling at you. one of his hands grabbed yours, pushing it to the wall, pressing your palm against the wall — but still holding it, “please? please what?” he asked, his eyes once again staring into yours, almost as if he was trying to intimidate you.

your eyebrows furrowed slightly, your gaze immediately dropping to somewhere else. “i need you to give me more, please,” you said it so meekly, it was enough to make dottore’s cock hard, he loved just how submissive you were. he hummed lowly, grinding his cock against your ass, “you look so helpless, it’s hot.” he whispered, his tongue licking the top of your ear, earning a gasp from you.

“tell me, y/n,” he paused, his hands roaming down your body to slide your dress off of you, the piece of clothing immediately pooling around your feet. “this doctor you’re trying to catch — did he made your life hard?” he asked, his voice had a hint of worry in it, but you didn’t know that he was just faking it. he couldn’t believe it himself — him making your life hard was just so attractive to him, he was even getting turned on from the fact alone. it felt like he had control over your life in some way. but of course, you didn’t have to know that.

you nodded your head, “yes,” you replied, although you were unsure why he was even bringing up the topic. his gloved hands gently caressed the sides of your waist, before slowly turning you around to face him, your body completely bare in front of him. he couldn’t help it, he wanted to study your body in more detail, he couldn't just turn the opportunity down. “you’re beautiful.” he smiled again, you felt your cheeks heating up again but you were unsure how to respond.

you grabbed onto his dress shirt to pull him closer to you, this time to kiss him properly. dottore gladly obliged, one hand holding you by the small of your back while he tries his best to get himself undressed with the other hand. his lips were cold, but soft against yours.

once he was done undressing himself, his free hand slowly slid up from your thigh, and to your cunt, he wasn’t even slightly surprised to feel your cunt throbbing against his fingers. “i can only imagine the pent up frustrations you’re having, darling,” he teased, he watched you break eye contact and once again, he found himself enjoying just how meek, and incredibly submissive you’ve become, he didn’t even have to do a lot of work to get you like this.

“i like hearing you beg, why don’t you be a good girl for me and beg?” he asked suddenly, you were once again embarrassed with his demand, but you were also way too needy to refuse. “i-i,” you choked out, trying to find the right words to say, “i need you, please, i need you to fuck me,” you sounded breathless as you were begging, your eyebrows furrowing as you spoke.

“louder.” he ordered, his voice was stern this time which made you gulp. “please, dottore, fuck me — please just fuck me!” you begged again, this time it was purely out of desperation. you couldn’t understand what kind of expression he was making, it was mixture of lust and amusement from hearing you beg alone. you felt two of his fingers slowly rubbing the entrance of your cunt, the feeling making you moan almost immediately.

you can’t even remember when was the last time you had touched yourself, let alone had sex. “like this?” he asked, watching you nod your head eagerly, “m-more, please,” you said softly, you grind your hips against his fingers once but dottore stopped you, “don’t do anything without my permission.” he once again ordered.

he felt your body go stiff around his fingers, watching you slowly nod you head at his order. seeing how good you were for him, he decided to be nice and pushed the two fingers into your cunt. the foreign feeling felt both good and painful. you let out a soft moan as your body almost stumbled forward if it wasn’t for how strong he was holding you still.

dottore didn’t wait too long to start moving his fingers, stretching out the inside of your pussy so easily, you were sure he’d done this a thousand times. he had his fingers knuckles deep inside of your cunt, and you were so sensitive that you could feel every little move he made with his fingers.

dottore pulled his fingers out completely before pushing it all the way in again, curving his fingers upwards once he reached deep enough, making you gasp. your cunt tightening up around his fingers already. he chuckled, “who would’ve thought someone as powerful as you would be nothing more than a common whore behind curtains?” he laughed, you would’ve felt embarrassed, felt humiliated and even angry to hear anyone saying that to you on any other day, but at the moment? you were reduced to the exact thing he labeled you as; a whore. you wanted nothing more than for him to just fuck you hard.

realising your lack of response, he decided to shove another finger into your cunt, all three fingers pushing deep into you at the same time. “not even gonna deny? aren’t you pathetic,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. after he was sure that he had stretched you out enough to his liking, he pulled his fingers out. you whined at the sudden lack of friction.

dottore wasn’t in the mood to hear you whine, instantly shushing you up by shoving the fingers that he used to fuck you into your mouth. “clean them up for me, darling,” he smiled. you hadn’t realised just how long his fingers really were until you found yourself struggling to lick all three of his fingers clean, as they were long enough that it almost reached the back of your throat.

you brought one of your hands to hold him by the wrist to keep it still as you tried your best to clean your own slick from his fingers, bobbing your head for better access for yourself. seeing how occupied you were with his fingers, he took that opportunity to slide his cock into you, the size of the head alone made you squeal, the grip on his wrist tightened.

you weren’t even sure when he had taken the rest of his clothes off, you hadn’t realised just how occupied you were when he had his fingers in you that you didn’t even notice him undressing.

you knew he was big in size, but you didn’t expect it to be this big. you weren’t even sure if you could take it all. it only drove dottore crazier seeing how you were already struggling trying to take him, hearing your muffled moans with his fingers still in your mouth. your cunt was wrapping around his cock so nicely, maybe it’s due to the fact that you haven’t had sex in a while — or maybe it was simply because dottore was just big.

he was nice enough to be patient as he slowly slid his entire cock into you, your legs already staggering as you felt him bottom out. a low grunt leaving his lips as he tried to steady his breath, “fuck, y/n, you feel so good,” his voice was deep when he spoke, and his grip on you tightened as he was using your body to hold himself up.

“i’ll fuck you real nice, love, you’ll start thanking that fatui doctor for keeping you all pent up.” he said. you didn’t have time to even process what he meant when you felt his cock moving inside you. you started realising just how sensitive your pussy was when you could feel every vein on his cock just moving and stretching your walls out.

dottore pulled his cock all the way out until only the tip of it remained, and contrasting the first few thrusts that he was so generous to give you, his thrust this time was quick, harsh — painful even. he knew what he was doing, and did it on purpose, he is quite the sadist after all.

your cunt once again tightened around dottore’s cock, a muffled whimper mixed with a moan leaving your mouth which caught him by surprise. your eyes were shut closed, your head leaning against the wall behind you as you finally start to relax and got used to his pace — even if it wasn’t a steady one. “do you like it when it hurts?” he asked, which made you open your eyes.

you shook your head, he noticed tears had welled in your eyes, his cock twitching as he continued fucking you in a harsh pace. dottore removed his fingers from your mouth to give you a chance to speak, “you- you just feel so good, dottore, it doesn’t h-hurt,” you managed to choke out in between your pants and moans, although he didn’t miss the sound of your breath hitching in between your words.

he chuckled again, he liked the way you say things that are exactly what he wants to hear. he leaned closer to you. the first thing that came to your mind was that he was gonna kiss you again. instead, he started latching on your neck, leaving trails of kisses on them.

you tilted your neck for him, giving him more space to leave open mouthed kisses on your neck, which made him groan slightly out of approval. between the nibbling on the soft and sensitive skin of your neck and the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you in a pace you could only imagine to do on your own, you weren’t sure what you were moaning for anymore.

being so close to you, dottore loved hearing you moan and call for his name. he especially loved it when you begged for more, or to go slower, or faster, he was gladly giving you everything that you were asking for.

one of his hands moved up from your ass all the way to your breast, gently cupping them at first. once again moaning his name as you tried to reach for his hand, desperate for any kind of gentle touch from him. surprisingly, dottore intertwined his other hand with yours. the sweet gesture was the exact opposite of the way dottore’s hips were thrusting into you, the way his other hand was playing with your breast, and the way he was biting into your skin whenever you grind on his cock in the way that he wanted you to.

you let out a whimper from all the stimulation you were receiving from him, “too much…” you cried out, “it’s too much,” he could hear you slightly sobbing, “don’t be like that, bunny, i know you can take a little more.” he muttered. you were about to say something in retaliation but was cut off when he started kissing you again, slipping his tongue into your mouth once again.

dottore’s grip on your hand tightened, and his other hand finally stopped teasing the overly sensitive nipple of one of your breasts. he held you by your chin, as he pulled away from the kiss, tilting your head to look at him, he took a second to admire your fucked out face — he couldn’t believe your superiors had put you in charge of capturing him, when you were in fact, nothing more than a slut for him.

dottore quickened his pace, he knew you had been close for a while now judging from how sloppy your grindings were and how much your cunt was tightening up so nicely around him. he let go of your hand, putting his thumb and his index into your mouth.

you were confused with what he was doing, feeling him tugging at your tongue as you forcefully stuck your tongue out for him. “such an obedient little slut,” he mumbled, almost like it was to himself. you looked at him through your blurred vision from how much you were crying from the overstimulation dottore was giving you. you weren’t used to being fucked the way dottore was doing you, it was only natural that your body became sensitive so quickly.

“you wanna cum, don’t you?” dottore asked, and you eagerly nodded, your hips trying their hardest to fuck yourself on his cock. the next thing you knew, you could feel his spit dripping down from the tip of your tongue to the back of your throat, your eyes widened. “swallow.” he ordered, finally letting go of your tongue. seeing you still stunned by his sudden action, he thrusted his cock deep in you, finally getting your attention.

“swallow, and i’ll let you cum.” dottore repeated. you obediently swallowed his spit, you wished you could hide it, but you secretly liked it. your cunt once again tightening around his cock from thinking about what he just did to you. you stuck your tongue out for him to see, it almost caught him by surprise. “good girl,” he praised.

as a reward, dottore’s hand made its way to your cunt, almost immediately finding your already swollen clit, he started to play with it. one second he was gently rubbing circles on it, and the other he was roughly flicking on it. the constant changes on the way he was playing with your clit drove you crazy, the familiar euphoric feeling started to pool in your stomach, only it was building up faster than usual.

your eyebrows furrowed as you pushed your head back. you started holding onto his shoulder a little more for support, as you constantly moaned his name. dottore grinned as he looked at how completely fucked out you looked like, his cock twitching just from the realisation of how hard he had been fucking you. “i-i think i-i’m gonna cum…” you said weakly, panting as your breath started hitching as you felt yourself getting closer and closer.

he wrapped a hand around your neck, grabbing you by your neck to pull you into a kiss. upon feeling how hard his grip was around your neck, and feeling his soft lips against yours again, the knot in your stomach finally snapped.

you felt yourself cumming so much that you had to pull away from the kiss, almost screaming in pleasure as you rest your head against dottore’s shoulder. he didn’t quite mind it, pushing your body straight against the wall so he could fuck you better to chase his own orgasm. “please s-slow down, dottore,” you had no more energy, your voice was soft when you said it.

“be good for me and just take it,” he demanded once again, the hand around your neck tightening once more. dottore took notice that you had enjoyed being choked, he was able to find out from the way your cunt was once again wrapping itself so nicely around his cock whenever he chokes you.

as he was fucking your overstimulated cunt, dottore realised he liked you a lot — not romantically, of course, but he liked you enough to want to keep you around him. just from the thought of having you all to himself, brainwashing you into giving up your line of work, giving up on catching the fatui doctor — him — oh, he needed that to happen.

he absolutely needed someone like you who can help accompany him on nights when his test subjects fail on him, nights when he’s finally done with the mission the tsaritsa had given him. he needed to see you waiting for him in his room every single night.

just from thinking about all the other various things he’d do to you was enough to rile him up, he could feel himself reaching his orgasm. dottore grunted, a small “fuck” leaving his mouth as he looked at you struggling to take it — take him.

the way you were quite literally crying from how sensitive you’ve already become, but how you were also holding back your sobs because you were so desperate to please him. you were so considerate of him, when you barely even know him. “you’re such a good girl for me, you could just tap out if it’s really too much,” he wasn’t sure where his generosity had come from, normally dottore wouldn’t even care if the other person came or not.

you shook your head, your trembling hands reaching out to hold the sides of his face. “i-i want you to feel good too,” you said, you sounded so sweet as you said those words. dottore didn’t even have time to react when he felt his cum shooting out into your cunt. his eyebrows furrowed as his head was pushed back slightly. he moaned out your name quietly, but it was enough for you to hear it.

with a few last thrusts, he finally stopped as he kept his cock in your cunt. both of you were trying to catch your breaths, your arms holding onto him like your life depended on it. your eyes were closed as you were trying to calm yourself down, you were oblivious at the fact that dottore was staring at you.

he surprisingly found you beautiful, to say the least. with the coat of sweat covering your body, some of them dripping down. the way your chest was going up and down from how hard you were breathing. you were more beautiful than any of his creations, any of his experiments, it was impossible. nothing was better than his own creations, yet there you were.

he wasn’t sure what other way to keep you by his side, so he decided to just go for it. even if it was on impulse, and even if it would potentially jeopardise his entire career, “i can take you to the fatui doctor, you just have to promise to stay by my side.” he said suddenly, making you shoot your eyes open. you were shocked, of course, and curious, but you didn’t feel like the current situation you two were in was the right time to talk about that topic. “let’s not talk about work right now. i like this moment to be just about us.” you smiled at him.

he was a little shocked by your response at first, but quickly smiled back. “yeah. you’re right, just us.”

#genshin impact #not mine

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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Oh my God Arceus Smiles down upon me for this beautiful ask.

Reader with vag

Smut underneath

Imagine you are running from volo in a dense forest out in the open. No Pokemon on either of you just the two of you and the wilderness.

Volo is hunting you. You should have the advantage because you know this Forest like the back of your hand and you ran from wild Pokemon before.

Even though you know the real fun part begins when he catches you, it's not as fun just letting him catch you then you give him a challenge. And you thought you were until you heard footsteps quickly coming behind you. Panicking you sprinted hearing a sinister laugh behind you.

The next thing you knew you are on the ground with volo on top of you. You struggled to try to escape his grip.

" stop struggling you're mine now, I've caught you. you're my prey" he growls in your ear while rubbing his swollen bulge against your dampening clothes.

No matter how much you tried to wiggle you couldn't break free. Volo was taller and stronger than you he easily overpowers you.

You moan as Volo sinks his teeth into your shoulder he pushes his fingers into your wet Heat.

He watched you squirm underneath him with a hunger in his eyes while he slams his fingers in and out of your cunt.

Your Muffled screams echo through the forest as you cum on his fingers.

Volo undoes his pants. Hand on his cock slowly stroking

" take it off or I will rip them off" he demanded.

You whimper but obey slowly taking off your pants showing him you're dripping wet cunt.

he pulls you closer"God yes" you heard him growl as he slowly push his cock inside. You wrap your legs around him.

"Your such good prey letting me do whatever I want to your body. I'll make you mine."

Volo starts pounding into your cunt. With hard deep thrusts, you couldn't hold back your screams as you dug your nails into his back.

"Yes Scream for me! Scream as you offer up everything to me!"

The wild look in his eyes as he takes you to the forest floor like the animals you were made you close so close.

"Cum on my cock, cum! I'll breed this cunt!"Volo snarls speeding up his thrusts chasing his orgasm.

Those words tipped you over the edge as your cunt squeezed his cock, making Volo cum with you stilling his hips deep inside you.

Volo doesn't pull out instead leaving his cock inside you he softly plants kisses on your neck. " surely your little friends won't notice what we've been really doing out here?"

#not mine #volo has me feeling some kinda way

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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+ Head empty, just thoughts of Genshin men with piercings. 18+ mdni!

+ warnings: nipple play, oral (fem and male receiving.) uhhhhh gn!reader?

Nipple piercings:

Absolutely love when you play with their piercings, whether it’s you sucking and biting on it - your plump lips just feel so good around their nipples, especially when you tease the piercing with your tongue. Or you pulling and rolling it in between your lithe fingers. Whatever it is, you have them purring and moaning like a fucking whore.

ITTO, KAEYA, venti (he’s a fucking whore, I refuse to believe otherwise), tartaglia, gorou!

Dick piercings:

I feel like you’d really have to convince them to get these however once they get them they love them. Especially love when you’re giving them head and you let your tongue swirl around the piercing, feels good when you give it a little playful tug.

Diluc, Itto, tartaglia, thoma, gorou, xiao, kaeya

Tongue piercings:

These smug bastards.. listen all I’m saying is they know you’re staring, they purposely do anything to show off their tongue and get you flustered. Like they’ll randomly play with their piercing when they’re around you, swirling it around and poking it out. Love teasing you with it when they’re eating you out, rubbing it along your clit and your slick covered folds. And if you don’t have a pussy? Doesn’t matter, they love running the piercing along the shaft of your penis, before toying with the tip - watching how your body trembles from pleasure. Don’t be surprised when they show up with a vibrating one. 😩

ZHONGLI, ITTO, TARTAGLIA, DILUC, Xiao, VENTI, KAEYA, AYATO, thoma, KAZUHA

#not mine #dayyummm

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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⠀ᨳ — arataki itto + pillow princess!

a/n: i honestly don’t know if I’m going to start writing for genshin impact and definitely need to think about it, but unfortunately the power of itto’s dick has taken over my mind and i felt the need to share this brainrot i’ve been having since christmas!

also: tagging my sweetheart @festive because she’s the only one who convinced me to write this thing !

cw: size kink and light manhandle. ┊mdni!

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#not mine #itto my beloved

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imma-bout-to-simp · 3 years ago

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𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

◊ this idea came to me through the form of a woman on tik tok yelling at jane austen so here we are

◊ Characters: GN!Reader, Osamu Dazai, Chuuya Nakahara, Atsushi Nakajima, Ryunosuke Akutagawa, Doppo Kunikida

◊ Word Count: 780

— Osamu Dazai

Late-night talks like this one were common between Dazai and you. Staying after hours in the Agency to help Dazai with paperwork was incorporated into the deed.

Dazai's eyes traced your own with a delicacy unmatched. You laughed at the silly joke he had said previously; already he had forgotten it to make room for your laughter.

"You're so charming when you laugh," he whispered.

You paused, staring at the sincerity in his pretty eyes.

His breath fanned against your cheek as he moved closer; Caressing your cheek with the back of his bandaged hand.

"I want to kiss you so badly... but I don't know if that's okay." Dazai's eyes searched yours in a way you had never seen before.

A strange tinge of sweetness and fragility was interwoven in his expression that made your head nod slowly. That little motion made his heart swell.

— Chuuya Nakahara

Another night, another bar. Chuuya sleepily leaned forward, cupping his chin on his hand. You were stunning while talking to him. But his words never reached his tongue fast enough before they were swallowed back down.

Try as he might, you were just another person that he could potentially lose. And even so, here you were chatting his ear off like every other Saturday evening.

"Chuuya? Are you even listening? You look like you're about to fall asleep on me."

"Mhm," he mumbled, reaching out to take your hand in his. He could feel the warmth of your skin against his gloves. Chuuya didn't have to wait long till he was inches away from your lips. His eyes flickered to them back to you.

"Are you sure?" he murmured against your touch, "Is it really alright?"

Your confirmation melted into the form of the kiss pressing against his lips.

— Atsushi Nakajima

Cherry blossoms swam in the sweet air of Yokohama. Still, even with all the wondrous beauties of the world, Atsushi found himself staring at you. Dragging him around during his lunch break, you looked back at him with a smile he always melted at.

He seemed so serious in the middle of the park. With all the pink sakura petals dancing in the afternoon frame, you could have sworn he was distracted by all of them.

You reached over to brush a stray petal out of his messy bangs. "Is something the matter?"

His cheeks warmed, feeling your touch against his hair. He might have melted right then and there.

And in the serendipitous moment, he blurted, "Can I kiss you?"

The laughter that fell from your mouth made him turn a flourishing shade of crimson. But you consented sweetly, tugging him a little closer.

— Ryunosuke Akutagawa

A distraction. That's what he had always regarded you as at least. What else could you be except one? Why else had he felt so compelled to go to you in the middle of the night? Or the first to see when he returned from missions?

Even now, when he was injured from the most recent fight and listening to your mouth spout out obnoxious scolds about being more careful all while you bandaged his wounds, he wanted to keep letting you speak just to hear you.

"Are you paying attention? You have to-"

You stopped, noticing the contemplative gaze in his dark eyes. "Aku?"

"I think... I want to kiss you," he said so softly you barely caught it. "I'm... I'm not sure what's wrong with me."

A sigh caught your breath and you grasped his face in your hands gently. "There's nothing wrong with you. If you want to kiss me, that's okay too."

Akutagawa couldn't help but sink into your embrace.

— Doppo Kunikida

After all this time, Kunikida's morning never changed. Rolling over in bed, his gaze softened upon seeing your sleeping expression. A look of simplicity and serenity calmed his mind while he brushed the hair from your closed eyes.

He had slotted an extra five minutes into his schedule just to admire you in the misty mornings. Though he would never admit that to anyone but himself.

Watching you awaken to his movements, he cupped your cheek with a calloused hand. His thumb brushed against your skin with a beloved precision unrivaled.

"Good morning, my love. I was just thinking about kissing you awake."

You smiled a smile so sleepy he couldn't help but return it. "So why didn't you?"

"I wanted to ask you if I could first, of course," he said simply, "So? May I kiss you, my love?"

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imma-bout-to-simp · 4 years ago

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!!Genshin men Christmas mistletoes with them!!

OKAY SO NO ONE REQUESTED THIS BUT I HAVE AN IDEA. A mistletoe with the genshin men!! (Gn Reader) I'll make it simple as possible :>>

Ft. Kaeya, Diluc, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, Itto [I couldn't do Ayato or Dainseif because i barely knew about them sorry:((]

Kaeya

- WOAAA HOW DID YOU TWO GOT HERE HMM?

- He'll probably looks up everytime hoping to have a mistletoe over both of you

- But now since it's happening he'll say "Ogm finally a mistletoe under us" (quietly ofc)

- If you didn't notice it he'll probably say something like a hint for you to look up.

- yk like "wow look up what a fine weather we're havi-" "Kaeya we're inside and it's dark outside."

- Look man he just wanna kiss you already

- Well dw you did look up and "oh wow would you look at that"

- You know what's coming and well he SMIRKS LIKE A CHAD

- Like he has one of the cheekiest smirk istg I'll punch him for that

- "For fucks sake just kiss me already"

Diluc

- OGM BATMAN😍😍

- He may be a busy, smoking hot and a sexy man, BUT HEY HE'S GOT A DAY OFF NOW WOO

- You two we're busy talking, OH AND AMBER WAS BEHIND YOU and gave Diluc a signal about the mistletoe above you both

- Haha embarrassed Diluc

- HEYY IT'S HIS CHANCE TO KISS YOU, TOTALLY NOT INFRONT OF 46 DIFFERENT PEOPLE

- You noticed his face was red and asked why, too embarrassed to say anything so he pointed what's above you and you laughed

- You pulled him to a private place just so you can kiss him ;)))

Zhongli

- Osmanthu-

- YO BRO SHUT UP😨😨 /j

- He knows what's a mistletoe is so he's hoping for that to happen between the both of you soon *insert Roblox smirk face*

- Oh hey look a mistletoe

- IT'S HAPPENING OMGOMGOMG

- He'll just take your hand and twirl you around (aggressively /j) and pull you closer ;))))

- This man is so romantic, I'm shitting bricks😭💪💪

"Oh look do what we have here, hm? Do you want to do it?"

- *kissez you* mwah mwah <3

Childe

- 😐😐😐

- He asked one of his siblings to set it up for the both of you so that he could just kiss you💀💀

- BUT HEY A MISTLETOE IS A MISTLETOE I don't make the rules /p

- "ReAdERRR LOOK LOOK, ehh ehhh? How did thagt happen omg??1?£?!3?1?, guess I'll kiss you endles-

- You rolled your eye and scoffed 💪😨😍😍😍 #SLAYY

- "Aww I know you want it, c'mere and I'll give you everything you want~"

Thoma

- SO UH CHILE ANYWAYSSS

- Him.

- You both we're cleaning up after a massive party was thrown by whoever the hell did it.

- OH LOOK A MISTLETOE, COINCIDENCE? IT THINK NOT.

- You noticed it first, while he's still sweeping the floor

- Tap on his shoulder, point up and get ready for a kiss from him

- HIS LAUGH IM GONNA DIE UGHJ >:(((((

- Puts down the broom, pulled you by the waist, brings your head closer to his AAND *mwah*

- BINGO

- He's so warm<33

Itto

- Honestly who's house are you in???

- WAIT DOES HE EVEN OWN A HOUSE-

- Fuck, idk LMAOAO

- Okay let's just say he stole- bought it and hangs it above the two of you with his arms

- "Can I have kiss?:3"

- HELLOOOO HOW CAN YOU SAY NO????#?#??£!-£(1!£???

- Yes give him all the mwah mwah smooch

Thank you for reading! And remember to take care of yourself too!! Merry Christmas everyone!!⛄🎄

#not mine #cute as fuck

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imma-bout-to-simp · 4 years ago

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A Lending Hand - [ Arataki Itto x Reader ]

𝐚/𝐧 ; itto has been taking up 99% of my brain ever since his banner came out, so it was only appropriate that i write something about him.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ; 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘨𝘦 , 𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 , 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 , 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 , 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵 , 𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 <3 , 𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 , 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰.

𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 ; 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘰 , 𝘴𝘶𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵.

! 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭 !

“Can you fuckin’ believe it? Who does she think she is, takin’ my vision like it’s nothin’?” Itto grit his teeth together, his ruby eyes full of fiery anger. The Oni’s knee bounced as he recalled the events that had taken place an hour prior to him bursting through your front door. Him and his gang had gotten into a little scuffle with Kujo Sara, resulting in the confiscation of Itto’s geo vision.

“Itto, calm down. You can always get it back. You’ve done it before, haven’t you?” You tried your very best to console your partner, but you knew what Itto was like whenever he was angry. He behaved like a child, only ever calming down when given something that he wanted.

The Oni clicked his tongue, the metal of his tongue piercing clacking briefly against his teeth. “Calm? I don’t think you’re understandin’ me here, doll,” Itto glared at you, his sharp finger pointing to the blank space where his vision should be. “My vision was taken. There’s nothin’ to be calm about.”

You could tell that the more the two of you talked about it, the angrier he got. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands. With a soft smile you withdrew your hand from the male’s back, earning an angry glance from him. Nimble fingers pulled at the buttons of your top, slowly exposing the intimate parts of your body.

“Instead of sulking about all day, why don’t you let me help you forget about your vision? Even if it’s just for a little while.” Your sultry voice rang through Itto’s mind, his piercing gaze never faltering, even as you sank to your knees in front of him. As you kneeled, you gently pushed open his legs and trailed your hands up his thighs, though made sure to not push your luck just yet.

Itto’s chest convulsed as he laughed, a flash of his long fangs making your stomach shudder. A clawed hand gripped your chin and roughly pulled you closer to the male’s groin. “You see me all worked up about losin’ my vision, yet all you can think about is suckin’ me off? Didn’t know you were this big of a slut, doll.”

“Jus’ want to help, baby.” You whimper, the sharp points of Itto’s nails slightly pressing into the skin of your cheek. “Yeah? You wanna help me? Start by takin’ these off,” Red eyes flickered down to the buckle around his hips. “Since you wanna act like a greedy whore, you can do all the work yourself.” The hand holding your chin disappeared and instead rested on his upper thigh, nails subtlety tapping against the fabric of his pants.

Although his words were meant to be taken to the heart, they instead shot straight towards your now heated core. Itto knew exactly what words to use against you to get you riled up. With a nod and a shaky breath, your hands clambered with the buckle of his belt, and you saw the amused grin on your boyfriend’s face at your eagerness.

“You excited or somethin’, doll? Can’t wait to suck this Oni’s fat cock, huh? You better be takin’ it all, or else I’ll have to make ya take it myself.” His gruff voice made your toes curl, even if what he was saying was straight up mean. Your fingers had barely pulled down the zipper before his cock freed itself from the constricting piece of clothing he was wearing. The sight in front of you almost made you moan involuntarily.

Itto’s cock slapped against his abdomen, beads of precum pooling around the pulsing tip. Long strips of red that matched the ones that ran along his neck snaked down the shaft and up towards his stomach. Due to the Oni blood coursing through his veins, Itto was exceptionally larger than any other man you had been with before, making for a delicious stretch any time he plunged his way into your cunt.

The male noticed your stare, a low chuckle rumbling through his chest at your ogling. “Look at ya, practically drooling from one look at my dick. You want it, don’t ya? Tell me how bad you wanna choke on it. C’mon, I’m all ears, sweetheart.” Itto’s fingers wrapped around the base of his length and with a soft grunt, he tapped the heavy mass against your bottom lip. He was always one to tease you, no matter the situation. It was almost relieving to see some of his anger from before dissipate.

Without missing a beat, a string of pleads and whines flew shamelessly out of your mouth; “Oh, Itto, please. Want your cock down my throat so bad. Wanna make you feel so good. Can I? Please, Itto? I’ll take it all, I swear. Just wanna make my Oni feel better.”

Itto hummed in approval as he pried your jaw open with his cock. “Atta girl. Always know just what to say to get me so fuckin’ hard, yeah?” You couldn’t help but moan around the head of his length, earning a low groan from the male above you. Your eyes screwed shut as you slacked your jaw in order to take more of him into your mouth. Despite his size, you weren’t about to go back on your word just yet.

Your face grew hot when a sudden gag ripped through your throat, hot tears soon springing from your eyes. You heard Itto click his tongue, causing you to open your eyes. Even through your blurred vision, you could still see the disappointed frown on the Oni’s face. “And here I thought that you were actually gonna do what you were told. Don’t worry, I’ll just have to give ya a little push.”

A large hand tangled into your hair and gave a forceful tug, the burning on your scalp making you wince. It had taken you a moment to fill register what he was trying to do, but once you realized, you only choked around him once again. “Trust me, love. I’m not gonna suffocate ya, I know what I’m doin’” Itto’s soft and encouraging tone of voice was a great contrast from what he was using before, though it wasn’t unwelcome. It helped you relax back into his touch.

You relaxed your throat and allowed him to pull you further down on his length, breathing heavily as he did. Itto groaned as he felt the back of your throat press against the head of his cock, the heat of your mouth making his stomach twist with pleasure. Soon enough, you felt the familiar coarse hairs of Itto’s happy trail brush against your nose. You could also feel the way that Itto pulsed against your tongue as well as the bitterness of his precum.

“See, was that so hard? Look at ya, stuffed to the brim with my cock. God, so fuckin’ good. Knew ya could do it, doll.” Itto’s praise sent shivers up your spine, the stickiness between your legs increasing significantly. However, you could only sit still for a few seconds before your gag reflex caught up to you, making you sputter and drool around Itto. You tapped against his leg, silently pleading for a gasp of air.

Itto slowly pulled you off of him with a deep moan, dribbles of your spit and his precum falling from his now glistening cock. With your throat free, you coughed and sucked in as much air as you could. “Look at the mess ya made, it’s all over the place. C’mere and help me clean it up.” Your Oni boyfriend tapped his lap expectantly, waiting oh so patiently for you to climb on top of him. Your knees ached and shook as you stood from the floor and onto Itto’s warm lap.

Immediately, Itto’s clawed hand groped at the flesh of your ass, kneading the soft muscle through his fingers. You whined breathlessly as your hands cupped his face, leaning in to kiss him as a reflex. Instead of feeling his lips, you felt the sharp points of his nails scrap against your bottom lip. They felt wet against your mouth, and you stupidly looked down at Itto for guidance.

“I told ya to help me clean up, didn’t I? Or are ya too much of a dumb slut that ya forgot already?” A whimper forced its way out of you and straight to Itto’s cock. What got him even more riled up was the way that you obediently opened your mouth without even needing to ask. With little to no hesitation, Itto shoved his fingers into your mouth. The bitterness that you tasted earlier once again dominated your tastebuds and you realized why. You moaned softly around his fingers at the thought of him shoving the spit that you had selfishly allowed to make a mess of him back where it belonged, in your mouth.

On instinct, you ground your aching cunt against Itto’s abdomen, your eyes fluttering shut at the stimulation. The male’s free hand grabbed your waist with such a force that you felt as though he would bruise your skin. With a muffled yelp and a whine, you grabbed at the straps of Itto’s chest garters, causing his pecs to bulge sightly. “If you’re gonna act like a little brat in heat, ya coulda done it in a less shameless way than that. Gettin’ off on top of me like that, how disgusting.”

“‘m sorry, Itto. Wanna fuck you so bad.” You mumbled, the long digits in your mouth hindering your speech, but Itto understood you perfectly. “Oh yeah? Ya want Itto’s big cock in your perfect little cunny?” Itto’s hand began to tear away at your pants, shredded fabric falling to the floor. You nodded desperately, any sense of pride that you had left leaving your mind.

Itto removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to freely whine and moan into the room. He continued to tear through your pants until you were left bare and on display for anyone deciding to pay you a visit. You shuddered from the cold air that fanned across your exposed pussy; but the cold was quickly replaced with the warmth of Itto’s hand. A deep groan emitted from his chest at how drenched you were for him.

“Shit, so fuckin’ wet. All this just from suckin’ my dick a little bit? Like it when I’m mean to ya, do ya? I betcha that I don’t even need to give ya any prep time you’re so wet.”

Your hips twitched against his palm, your clit brushing against the heel, causing you to cry out and crumple against his chest. Looking back at yourself, you could see the angry red tip of Itto’s cock pressing between the mounds of your ass and his hands lifting you by the hips.

He lowered you down onto his cock, and even though it was only the tip, you felt the familiar burning of his girth splitting you open. This made you tear up and push your face into the crook of his neck. “‘s so big, Itto. Already feel so full. So good.” You mewl. Each dip and bulge of Itto’s cock left you breathless and aching for more.

On the other hand, Itto was moments away from filling your tiny cunny to the brim with his thick Oni cum. You squeezed him so deliciously tight that he thought he was almost too big for you to handle, but you always managed to take him all without fail. “Fuck, baby. This slutty pussy is always so tight. The prettiest little cocksleeve for me, aren’tcha?”

Itto quickly thrusted up into you, fully bottoming out inside your cunt. You choked out a mix of a cry and a moan at the straining feeling in your gut. Itto’s hand snaked its way up your back and to your throat, long fingers wrapping around your jugular as he pushed you backwards. Your limp body complied with him, relying entirely on his hand to keep you upright. Itto hissed at the sight in front of him.

Breasts all perky and just waiting for his mouth to latch on to. Chest rising and falling in a steady yet heavy pattern. Head rolled to the side with tears rolling down red cheeks. Stomach bulging outwards in order to accommodate his thick girth. A transparent ring of your slick gathering at the base of his cock. Breathtaking.

“Take a look at how well you’re takin’ me, doll. Such a good girl for your Oni.” He used his hand to pull your head down, forcing you to look at the state of your body. Your breath hitched in your throat as you looked upon yourself. The both of you felt how you gushed even more around the male’s cock, which only fuelled Itto’s desire to fill you up with his seed.

Itto began to quickly piston his hips in and out of you, the bulge in your belly disappearing for a moment before appearing once again. “God, can’t hold back anymore, darlin’. Gonna fill you up with so much of my cum, gonna make ya pregnant with little Oni’s of our own. Wanna be a pretty little breeder for me, huh?”

“Oh! Yes, fuck. Wanna have your kids, Itto. Please, god please fill me up. Needa feel your cum inside me.” You were beginning to slur your words, your head too hazy to form fully formed sentences. Itto let out a growl, his hand holding a bruising grasp on your waist. You could feel your orgasm building up deep in your gut, moans becoming for frequent and high pitched. Itto was close as well, his hips faltering every few seconds, his groans sounding more like whines.

In the last few moments of his energy burst, Itto leaned forward and latched his lips onto the hardened buds on your chest. The cold metal of his tongue piercing causing you to arch your back farther into his mouth. Hands wrapped themselves around the pointy horns sitting atop the Oni’s head, making him whimper against your chest. “G-God, gonna make me cum so hard, darlin’.”

With a final thrust of his large hips, you felt hot spurts of cum paint your inner walls, causing you to spray your arousal around Itto’s cock and his lower abdomen with a loud whine. The two of you sat breathless in each other’s embrace, collecting your thoughts before speaking. Itto remained sheathed inside of you, although you could feel his cum steadily leak out of your exhausted pussy.

“Are you feeling better now, my love?” Your voice knocked him out of his trance, his red and sweaty face looking up to meet your gaze. With a toothy grin, the male pressed his cheek into your chest.

“Much better. Thanks for helpin’ me out, darlin’. But don’t ya dare think that I’m about to let my vision go. That stupid General ain’t gonna know what hit her.” Itto heartily laughed. “But seriously, thanks.”

“Of course, Itto. Anytime you need it, I’m always here to lend a hand.”

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that was incredibly long, i apologize lol. hope you enjoyed. :) p.s. this wasn’t proofread, so if there’s any grammar or spelling mistakes, i am sorry. :(

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