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lucxiqann · 7 hours ago

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18+

best friend!suguru who has no problem casually asking your friends—with that quasi-affable smile of his—“can i borrow her for a bit?” so politely it’s near impossible for anyone to refuse. and you know exactly what he’s thinking when he steers you toward his room.

best friend!suguru who has a habit of skewering your potential crushes with the most offhand observations. never explicitly cruel, but still insidiously precise. “he talks too much about his job,” or “you notice how he can’t hold eye contact?” delivered in that mild tone that makes it sound like he’s merely stating facts. and somehow, by the end, every guy you bring up feels suddenly insufficient.

best friend!suguru who lets you complain about how your new boytoy was… underwhelming. he listens so attentively it feels cathartic, “so he doesn’t know what he’s doing. figures.” then, after a long pause, he tilts his head at you—thoughtful, almost bored—“want me to show you what it’s supposed to feel like?”

best friend!suguru who takes you apart with his mouth just to prove a point. and when you admit that no one’s ever done it like that, he only smirks and presses a chaste kiss to your thigh, “consider this your baseline from now on.”

best friend!suguru who loves how easily you fluster—so he’ll rest his chin on your shoulder at some gathering, let his lips brush the curve of your ear, and whisper something unthinkably obscene. then he steps back, amused, watching your ears burn while everyone else assumes he just said something innocuous.

best friend!suguru who delights in drawing things out. whether it be deep conversations over cigarettes or the excruciatingly slow drag of his fingers deep inside you, keeping you right at the edge because, really, what’s the hurry?

best friend!suguru who has a habit of calling you over to his place only to leave you fuming on the couch while he finishes his shower in his own sweet time. when he emerges, toweling off his hair, drops of water trailing down his chest, he just grins and says, “what, impatient? you could’ve joined me.”

best friend!suguru who manspreads on the couch—long legs parted wide, arm draped across the backrest—and you’re left with no choice but to perch yourself in his lap if you want any semblance of space. he doesn’t even acknowledge it, carrying on the conversation as though you’re not sitting on the hard bulge beneath his bontan pants.

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lucxiqann · 23 hours ago

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Steve Rogers lives to eat pussy. This man will have you folded in half, legs to the sky, his hands on your thighs while he absolutely devours you. He's sloppy, he's agile, he's sucking and licking everything he possibly can, he's fucking moaning like he's getting head. And he's using his stupid supersoldier strength to hold you in place or lift your hips up to his mouth while he kneels on the floor beside the bed.

Let him eat it. He wants to. He's good at it.

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lucxiqann · 23 hours ago

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Steve Rogers who has only had a couple kisses and one hookup ever since the 1940's.

Steve Rogers who finds himself absolutely head over heels for Reader and have been dating for a couple months

Steve Rogers who tells you that he hasn't had many relationships or anything sexual for a while. Reader giving Steve the sloppiest head ever and make him whimpering and whining beneath you as he begged you to slow down so he could savour the moment more and not cum instantly from your tongue.

Steve Rogers who eats you out like a starved man, trying to gauge your reactions to everything that he was doing because all he wants to do is make you feel good.

Steve Rogers who's sloped nose occasionally bumps your clit every so often as his tongue laps at your hole like its the last meal he'd have for a while.

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lucxiqann · 24 hours ago

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You, Me, and the King

18+ f!reader. King bucky. Knight Steve. Queen reader. Dirty talk. polyship. light choking. creampie. Cuckolding. Voyeur!Steve.

If anyone noticed the visible bulge in the Steve's breeches they knew better than to say anything. The hefty sword he carried on his hip mixed with the deadly glare he gave everyone that passed by helped. They also knew better than to comment on the high pitched wails coming from the door Steve was guarding with his life. The new King and Queen were still on their honeymoon, locked away for days on end as they worked to fulfill their duty to the kingdom.

"J-James!"

He had you on your knees, your arms long since having given out as he thrusted into you. Every plap plap plap of his balls against your swollen clit echoed by the squelching of your pussy gobbling up his cock greedily. James pulled you up until his hand was around your throat, his hips never ceasing as he forced your back to arch. It made you squeal when he hit that special spot inside you. (Outside the door Steve had to clench his jaw and readjust his erection. He knew exactly what that sound meant, he heard it often enough now.)

You were usually quiet and shy, hiding at your King's side and whispering in his ear when you did have something to say. But every single time James got his cock in you, you couldn't help yourself. And your husband loved it.

"That's it my Queen. Let them, fuck, let him hear you sing for me." James let his scarred left arm wrap around you, his massive hand finding your clit easily as he fucked himself into your slick folds. You'd long since felt your own juices run down to your knees. You were sure James' balls were sticky as well.

"Please, James, I can't-" you sobbed as you came again, milking his thick shaft and making him curse.

"But you can, my love. Just a couple more. You have to if you're to give me an heir." He cooed at you, holding up your limp body as you tried to keep up with his endless stamina.

"Steve will lick you all better if you're sore later, promise." Your pussy tightened at the mention of your husband's head knight making James groan loud and filthy in your ear.

The man had grown up with your King, and you knew James trusted him more than he trusted anyone else. He'd even entrusted you to the blond. When your King was busy and you were aching, it was Steve who used his mouth and his fingers to make you feel all better. You'd even had him in your mouth when you felt bold. You wanted to practice, get better at pleasing your new husband. Steve always taught you so kindly knowing exactly what his King liked. You suspected they were more intimate than they let on and the thought made your pussy throb. But you'd never had Steves cock inside you. It was the one rule you had to follow. So when your husband mentions Steve you can't stop the embarrassed whimper that escapes you.

"I know, I know, you want his cock too." Your face burned at the truth of his words, and he laughed feeling your pussy get impossibly tight around him. "Just gotta let my cum all the way in your pretty tummy first. Gotta give me an hier."

"I'll be g-good, give you baby. Promise!" You knew Steve could hear every single word. Knew he'd be suckling on your clit later as he fucked James' cum back into you with his thick fingers when it leaked out. The very thought made you cum again, your fluttering walls dragging James along with you. He cursed, his grip tightening around your throat as his cock throbbed inside you.

"Take it my love, take every fucking drop-" He growled as he grabbed at the fat of your hip, using the leverage to fuck every spurt of cum deeper than the last.

When you both collapsed onto the bed, he cradled you to his chest kissing you slow and deep and drugging. You expected him to let you go to help you clean up a bit like he normally did. But he made no move to separate himself from you. You felt your cheeks heat once more when you realized why.

"James-" Your husband's icy blue eyes were locked onto where your bodies were joined, of the creamy mess he'd made of your pussy, but he seemed to know what you were asking if the smirk on his plump lips was anything to go by.

"Shh, just making sure it takes."

pt. 2

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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sfw. red hood!sukuna x f!reader x nightwing!gojo.

you hated walking home this late.

it was cold, your feet hurt and the streets were way too empty. your job kept you out past midnight and of course your phone was dead.

all you wanted was your bed and maybe something unhealthy to eat. and yet, here you are.

you turned down a quieter street — shortcut. bad idea — you immediately got that weird gut feeling. like you were being watched. the air felt heavier here, colder somehow, and every shadow stretched too long under the flickering streetlights. the silence wasn’t comforting either; it pressed in on your ears, making your own movements sound unnaturally loud.

then you heard it. footsteps.

you glanced back. a guy with his hoodie up, walking a little too fast, a little too close.

you picked up your pace.

and he did too.

“hey,” he called out, like he wasn’t being completely creepy. “you lost or something?”

“no,” you said quickly, eyes forward. “i’m fine.”

“you sure?” he asked, voice getting closer. “c’mon, don’t be like that.”

you barely had time to turn before he reached for you — but he never touched you.

instead, he got slammed straight into a wall.

you gasped, stumbling back as the guy hit the ground and didn’t get back up.

someone else was standing there now. red helmet. black leather jacket. twin guns at his side. tall, broad and kinda terrifying.

red hood.

he didn’t even glance at the guy once he dropped him. just stood there, right in front of you.

“you okay—”

thud.

something dropped from the roof behind him. you jumped.

“i was gonna ask her that,” came another voice, smug and loud.

nightwing.

he landed like a show-off, tucking into a roll before standing upright. his stupid white hair somehow still perfect despite the height he just jumped. he was rubbing his right side, though.

red hood turned slowly. “you fuckin’ serious right now?”

“what?” nightwing said, dusting off his suit. “you think you’re the only one allowed to make a dramatic entrance?”

“you literally cut me off mid-sentence.”

“well maybe next time don’t take so long to talk.”

you blinked. “um… guys?”

they ignored you.

“you jumped off the roof just to be annoying,” red hood muttered.

“and?” nightwing winced, raising an eyebrow as he lifted his shirt slightly to peek at his side. “shit, i’m bleeding. maybe i brushed up against something while jumping.”

you stepped forward, a little concerned. “wait—are you okay?”

“yup, don’t worry. just need some stitches.” he looked at you, blue eyes twinkling behind the mask. “wait, if i said no, would you have kissed it better?”

“i’ll kill it better,” sukuna snapped before you could answer. “stop harassing her, idiot. she’s had enough for tonight.”

gojo groaned. “i wasn’t harassing her.” he turned to face sukuna and pointed a finger at him. “and i wasn’t talking to you, jackass.”

you were starting to think you should’ve just risked getting mugged.

“why are you even here?” sukuna muttered, stepping closer. “this is my part of the city.”

gojo scoffed. “since when do you own downtown?”

“since i started cleaning it up while you were off taking rooftop selfies and flirting with every woman you walked past.”

“they were surveillance shots, asshole. batman requested them. and it’s not my fault women like me more than you. you grimpy a—”

you raised both hands. “okay. again. thank you. i’m just gonna—go.”

they both turned to you at the same time.

“i’ll walk you,” they said in unison.

great. really great.

“you can leave,” sukuna said to gojo. “i got it.”

“pretty sure she wants someone who doesn’t commit war crimes to walk her home,” gojo fired back.

“you break like five laws every night.”

“you kill people.”

you sighed. “guys. it’s literally a ten-minute walk.”

“not safe,” red hood said.

“totally not,” nightwing agreed, already walking way too close.

you groaned. “fine. both of you.”

they looked smug until they realized they had to walk together. with you in between.

sukuna muttered passive-aggressive things under his breath.

gojo kept ‘accidentally’ elbowing him.

“you two fight like toddlers,” you muttered.

“he started it,” they both said.

you rolled your eyes. “if either of you tries to shove the other into traffic, i’m leaving you both for dead.”

they went quiet for ten seconds.

then nightwing cleared his throat. “still bleeding, by the way,” he said, looking at you and flashing you a wide grin.

“how’s that her fuckin’ problem?” red hood asked. “do you want a gold star or somethin’?”

gojo’s grin dropped as fast as it had appeared. “can you just shut up before i punch you?” he snapped. “i. was. not. talking. to. you.”

sukuna tilted his head as he slowly rolled his shoulders, cracking his neck like he was getting ready for a fight. “try it, bastard—see what happens if you even think about moving your fist near me. i swear, i’ll—”

gojo cut him off with a short laugh, stepping in closer until the space between them felt like it might ignite. “you’ll do what? put me in the ground?” he jabbed a finger at sukuna’s chest just to be annoying. “you’ve been saying that for years, and yet here i am—still standing better than you.”

sukuna shoved gojo back with his shoulder to get him off. “i hope you die from blood loss.”

“you son of a—”

you stopped walking and turned around. “guys. i can walk alone from here, okay? i promise. my place is literally two minutes away.”

sukuna sighed, pulling out his comm. “headquarters just called. we’ve got an emergency anyway.”

gojo frowned, then looked at you. “okay, but text me when you get home safe.”

“i don’t even have your number.” you scoff. “i don’t even know who you are.”

he smiled. “yet.”

sukuna smacked him on the back of the head. hard.

“ow, what the hell?!”

“we gotta go,” sukuna said, then turned to you, holding your gaze for a second longer. “be careful.”

you nodded and watched them disappear into the shadows.

next time, you were definitely just taking a cab.

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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you accidentally bought a xs condom and sukuna is too impatient.

condom breaking. raw sex. impatient control. hard thrusting. agressive sukuna.

it’s been too fucking long since you and sukuna last fucked, life’s chaos keeping you apart — endless bullshit.

well now finally. you’re on the bed, legs spread, your skin flushed under his piercing gaze, as he looms over you, shirt already gone, his toned abs flexing with every impatient move.

you fumble with the condom packet, hands shaky from his proximity, his cock already straining against his sweats, thick and ready. “hurry the fuck up.” he snaps.

normally, he’d be up at your ass mercilessly for screwing up and never that serious, but not tonight, his jaw’s tight, eyes narrowed — sukuna’s pissed, the kind of annoyed that comes from weeks of balls and no release.

“i’m trying,” you mutter, ripping the packet open, only to realize — oh shit... extra-small!?

you’d grabbed the wrong box in your rush at the store, and now he’s staring at the tiny rubber like it’s a personal insult. “oh damn sukuna, i—”

“you fuckin’ serious?” he cuts you off. “extra-small? for me?” he snatches it from you, holding it up like evidence of a crime.

“this ain’t gonna work, and you know it.”

“I didn’t mean—” you start, but he’s already tossing the packet aside, his patience shredded. “fuck it.” he growls, yanking his sweats down, freeing his cock — thick, veined, leaking precum, way too big for that pathetic condom.

“we’re doing this anyway.”

“sukuna, wait—” you protest, but he’s not listening, rolling the too tight rubber onto his length with a hiss, the material stretching to its limit, already looking like it’s gonna snap.

“it’s not gonna hold,” you warn, but your cunt’s already wet, clenching at the sight of him — annoyed, desperate, fucking gorgeous.

“don’t care.” he snaps, positioning himself between your thighs, his hands gripping your hips. “been too fuckin’ long, baby. you’re takin’ me now.” he pushes in, the condom straining as he forces his cock into you, the stretch burning, your walls gripping him tight.

you gasp, hands clawing at his shoulders, your body arching as he fills you, the rubber barely holding on. “fuck — tight..” he groans, hips snapping forward, each thrust hard and impatient, the bed creaking under the force.

his hands dig into your thighs, spreading you wider, your legs trembling as he drives deeper, the condom stretching thinner with every buck.

“kuna shit — slow down!” you whimper, feeling the rubber strain, your voice breaking as his cock drags against your walls.

but then — snap. the condom splits, and you feel it, the sudden heat of his bare cock, no barrier, just him, warm, thick and pulsing inside you.

“fuck..” he hisses, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t even pause, his eyes darken, annoyance flaring into something primal.

“told you it wouldn’t hold.” he growls, thrusting harder, like the break’s your fault, like it’s fuel for his frustration. “you and your fuckin’ mistakes.”

“kuna—!” you cry, tears pricking your eyes, not from pain but from the intensity — his size, his pace, the raw heat of him fucking you bare.

your nails dig into his back, your moans loud and desperate, bouncing off the walls as he slams into you, each thrust a punishment for the weeks apart, for the tiny condom, for everything.

“what?” he taunts, voice jagged, leaning in, his lips brushing your ear as his hips snap relentlessly. “gonna keep fuckin’ up like that?” he’s not laughing, not like he would’ve — his tone’s sharp and frustrated, his cock driving deeper, your cunt clenching around him. “nooo...” you whimper, tears spilling as your body shakes.

he groans, low and primal, his cock pulsing as he spills inside you, hot and thick, no barrier to hold it back, his thrusts slowing but still deep, riding out the high.

he collapses over you, panting, his weight heavy, his breath hot against your neck. “fuckin’ idiot.” he mutters

“extra-small? really?” you catch your breath, legs still shaky, a weak laugh escaping, you were thrilled. “shut up, you didn’t stop.” he pulls out, slow, his cum leaking down your thigh, and smirks, that infuriating glint back in his eyes.

“yeah, ‘cause you’re too fuckin’ good to stop for.” he leans down, kissing your tear streaked cheek, his voice dropping. “next time, buy the right size, or this will happen again.”

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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"how are you a virgin and this perverted?" ☆

your best friend geto looks like he's been accosted. eyes wide, jaw slack, face all but screwed up in surprise at the words that have just come out of your mouth. what was it you said you were reading about? triple penetration? he might pass out.

you can't help but laugh at the look he's giving you. "what? you didn't watch porn when you were still a virgin?"

without warning, he snatches your phone right out of your hand and squints at the screen. "my porn was tasteful," he tsks. "this is... uncouth."

"uncouth?" you try to take back your phone, just for him to roll over in bed and hold it out of reach. you're half on top of him in seconds, clawing at his bulky arm. "give it back!"

"what is dac..." he stifles a laugh at the way you try so desperately for your archive of erotica. "...dacryphilia?"

"you don't know? what, no game? no hoes? bitches?"

"i manage, thank you," he rolls the both of you over and pins you down against the mattress, which has your breath hitching in your throat for some reason. it makes him smirk like a fucking idiot. "what, nervous?"

no... yes? you don't know. suguru has never made you feel nervous... jittery, maybe. you'd use nauseous, in both the good and bad way. sometimes he gives you this look that makes you feel like you have food poisoning. your body seems to react to him at the extreme.

you've always been touchy with each other. your friendship has been physical since day one—if you aren't touching, you're not in the same room. it's just how it's always been, a hand on his arm as you walk together, or his arm around your shoulders when you're seated. it's... normal. familiar.

so this—suguru pinning you down by the wrists, his long black hair falling down to tunnel your vision right onto that pretty face of his—probably shouldn't get you this wet.

or wet at all, really.

"tears," you say, for some fucking reason. "dacryphilia, it's crying, or making someone cry. like being overstimulated, or... humiliated, to the point of tears. or just crying for the sake of it."

geto looks down at you, and you try not to watch the muscles of his arms bulge as he keeps you locked beneath him. "i know."

you frown. "you know?"

"i just wanted to hear you try and explain it," he laughs. "fucking pervert."

"i'm going to kill you slowly," you wriggle beneath him. "get off me, suguru."

"or what? you'll cry? i think you're into that..." he teases, and manages to shift both of your wrists into one hand so that he can reach for your phone again. he thumbs it open and resumes your 'history' tab with a shit-eating grin. "virginity loss... best friends to lovers... size kink... corruption... breeding? really?"

"shut the fuck up," you hiss. you buck your hips up, not to throw him off—because you can admit he's bigger, heavier and a whole lot stronger than you are—but out of pure frustration. except your movement only presses you tighter against where his thighs cage your hips, and you freeze. you think something pathetic leaves your lips, but you can't quite hear yourself over the mortification bubbling up in your chest.

"oh?" he notices, of course.you want to claw his stupid handsome face off. "don't tell me this is working for you."

"it's not," you snap. "you are so fucking full of yourself, geto."

"suguru," he corrects you. "say it properly. and by the look on your face right now i'd wager that you'd rather be the one full of me."

god you hate him sometimes. "embarrassing me isn't funny."

"it's a little funny."

"fuck you."

"you look like you'd love to," he lowers his hips a little, and for the first time in your life, you feel the weight of a rock-hard cock pressing against you. "tell me to stop and i will. we can go get food or something, forget this happened."

the switch in tone from teasing to gentle makes you smile, which makes keeping up the disgruntled act a lot harder. the thought of verbalising your need right now makes you nauseous, so you opt instead for a shake of your head.

"great," he nods, and slowly releases your wrists. "you can take that back whenever you want, just tell me and i'll back off."

"what are you..." you're cut off when suguru hands you your phone back with a scrunched up nose.

"read it," he says. "out loud. if you stop, i stop."

you're confused only until you check your screen and see that geto has opened up one of your most recently read pieces and scrolled down to a rather graphic scene of the main character being eaten out by her best friend. it's a little ironic, considering the state you're in, but you can't bring yourself to be embarrassed when your own best friend is kissing down your stomach and hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts.

he's going to go down on you? but he's hard, and for as much porn as you've read, most of it depicts the guy taking what he wants.

"aren't you going to... you know? fuck me?"

your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift movement, and suguru buries his face in your thigh to stifle his laugh. his body shakes with the force of it, which makes you frown. your pussy is a few inches from his face, and he's laughing like the prospect of taking your virginity is funny.

"you couldn't take me," he smiles up at you. "now read."

suddenly self-conscious, you try clamp your thighs shut, just to (once again) find yourself pinned down by his strong arms. "this is weird," you whine. "you're my... i mean we... you know? friends. best friends."

holding eye contact, suguru slowly lowers himself down to press a chaste kiss to your clit. it's not much contact, but it makes you jolt nonetheless. doesn't feel like how you had imagined it when you'd lay in bed late at night with your nose in a book and your hand between your legs. this is... better. feels right.

"still weird?" he asks, to which you nod without really meaning it. "weird like your porn on that phone?"

"suguru i swear to god if you don't—oh my god."

you forgive that man for all of the teasing he'd one as soon as he gets to work on you. flattening out his tongue against your pussy and tasting you for the first time has him already grinding against the mattress, and has you squeezing your eyes shut as you try to process this new realm of pleasure. you're glad he doesn't tease you for being so wet, but that he instead uses it to his advantage and starts making an even bigger mess of you.

his lips latch around your clit for only a few seconds. he hollows out your cheeks and you think you might die with how overwhelming the sensation is, but it's over all too soon. geto pulls back to do two things:

one, tie his hair out of his face, and two, tell you to start reading.

not wanting to miss out on these newfound pleasures of the flesh, you unlock your phone and start on a random spot on the screen, your voice a lot more shaky than you want it to be.

"he, uh... he ducks down and licks a stripe from entrance to clit, collecting... collecting her wetness on his tongue and falling in love with the taste of her enjoyments."

suguru, suddenly good at following instructions, does as written and leads his tongue upwards. you moan at the contact, but notice suguru starting to pull away at your lack of reading, so you go on.

"she loves the way he feels. he kisses her, uh, sweet center, before continuing to use his tongue to toy with her."

you can feel suguru smiling against you. "sweet center?" he laughs, but continues his ministries nonetheless. you roll your eyes, this has been a lot better of a read when your brain was fogged with unsated need. longing for the man that is now between your legs.

"growing messy, his focus shifts to her clit. his tongue dances with the bud of nerves as he brings two fingers of his left hand, ring and all, and pushes them inside of her. curling upwards until she—"

"is that what you want?" suguru cuts you off.

"yeah, yes. i think. just go slow."

"keep reading."

you clear your throat as suguru starts tracing circles around your clit with the tip of his tongue. he looks a little silly doing that, you note as you glance down to enjoy the view for a moment, but god does it feel good.

"curling upwards until she's an ecstatic mess of fulfilled wants. he completes her, in both soul and now flesh. fills her with his fingers in preparation for his—oh god, suguru, right there."

you hadn't even noticed him pushing into you, you were that eager to feel more of him. his fingers curl up as described in your reading material and suddenly he's brushing over a spot you've never discovered on your own. it blurs your vision, sends your skin hot.

"can't.. can't read anymore," you whine, bucking your hips up in some masochistic need for more. anything bigger than this and you'd keel over, you think, but you'd take anything suguru was willing to give you. "gonna—"

he allows it. encourages it, even. quickens his pace on the fingers plunging in and out of you, and starts making out with your pussy like a drunken virgin would. it's good in a way that shouldn't be: messy and needy and you think perhaps that suguru is just as close to coming as you are.

your orgasm is intense. your back arching off the bed and your body trying hopelessly to get more of sugurus touch. you think you moan his name, though it could be a babbled string of 'i love you's that you'll refuse to acknowledge later on in hopes that giving you head wasn't enough to ruin your friendship.

suguru moans loudly against your pussy as he tastes your release, the vibrations no help for your sensitivity, but his hips are stuttering against the mattress and you can tell even through your haze that you've made the cocky idiot cum in his pants.

serves him right.

and because the two of you are friends before you are... whatever this is, the both of you are falling into a fit of laughter upon your comedowns. suguru's lips glisten and your chest heaves with each breath you take, and he's climbing up the bed to press a kiss to your cheek.

"better than reading about it?" he asks.

"nope," you grin, which earns you a mean look that soon gives way to another laugh from him. "you could do it again some time if you wanted, though."

"please. i want to find out what skills you've picked up reading all of that weird shit." he pulls you into his arms and, despite being a little sweaty, you find yourself melting comfortably into his embrace.

"you couldn't keep up with me," you sing-song.

"yeah? try me."

"ever heard of male sounding? whip it out, sugu."

"ha. shut the fuck up."

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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FARMER TOJI X BUNNY READER HEADCANONS

cw - lots of weird shit, dubcon, piss kink in like three of them, anal play, daddy kink… uh dark content?? Idk but just be mindful while reading bc some can be gross.

Toji’s got a fixation—an obsession—with your tail, and it shows in the way he can’t keep his hands off it. You’re bent down to pick vegetables in the garden with your back arched and your butt poking out? He’s already looming over you like a shadow. Rubbing his bulge on your fluffy tail while groaning. He’ll grind against you through his jeans while his big hand cups your tail and squeezes, muttering, “Fuuck, look at this little thing wiggling for me”.

He uses your ears as handles. Doesn’t matter if he’s kissing you, fucking you in the barn, or yanking your bratty ass back into his lap — he’ll tug them just to make you squeal. He loves how sensitive they are, how a light pull makes you whimper and melt. Sometimes he’ll wrap one ear around his fist while pushing his cock deeper, using it like reins.

After a long, sweaty day—he stinks of work and sweat, and he always pulls you right into his spreaded lap before showering. He’ll shove your head down and make you nuzzle against his tented crotch, cooing, “Go on, sweetheart, bunny’s nose belongs right there”. He gets off on you twitching and sniffing him like a desperate little pet while he’s half-hard in his dirty jeans.

He calls you his “little farmhand,” but everyone in town knows you’re really just his cockwarmer. He’ll plop you down on his stiff cock while he sharpens tools or fixes something at the workbench. You’ll sit there stuffed full of cock while it marinates in your creamy cunt, your soft tail brushing his stomach, while he ignores your needy whines. “Sit still. If my cock slips out, you’re getting punished”.

He’ll finger your little asshole just because he can. Usually, when you’re already cockdrunk, drooling, and begging while impaled by his dick—he’ll slide a thick finger up your rim and watch you twitch while swallowing his finger up. He loves murmuring nasty shit while he does it, like, “Bunny’s holes don’t know which one to squeeze harder”. Sometimes he makes you hold a plug while you do chores in the field, just to hear you whimper every time you bend down and it shifts deeper.

Farmer Toji’s favorite way to cum is fucking you on your stomach, burying your face into the hay while he presses your tail down flat and ruts into your ass cheeks while he squeezes them together to fuck between them. He loves watching fat flesh jiggle and spread around his swollen cock, groaning, “Goddamn, this ass was made for me”. Half the time he cums just from rubbing himself on your tail and hole before he even sinks in.

He feeds you carrots straight from the field— except he makes you eat them with your mouth while he rubs your wet pussy with another. Sometimes he’ll stick one inside you and make you keep it there while you squirm around the house. “Don’t drop it, darling. That’s dinner”. He eats it later, laughing while you hide your face in embarrassment.

Toji’s nasty enough to breed you like an actual pet. He’ll force your knees up to your chest, rut into you meanly, and groan about how cute his warm cum looks steeping out of your ruined cunt. “Gonna pump you full every night ‘til you can’t walk straight. My little bunny hole’s nothing but a nest for my cock”. He’s obsessed with how small you are under him, how his fat load leaks down your thighs when he pulls out.

He lovesss fucking you outside, while you’re bent over the fence, tail twitching against his pelvis, his hands on your lower back keeping you pressed down. He gets off on the thought of the neighbors seeing—on you being used like his dirty little slut in broad daylight. He tells you to keep your ears up so anyone passing could see you, even though you whine and protest.

When he’s really mean, he makes you straddle his lap while he milks the cows. Your tiny cunt's stuffed full on his cock, bouncing down gently with every movement he makes. If you whine too much, he slaps your ass and squeezes it hard enough to bruise, and says, “Shut up. You’re just a cockwarmer ‘til I’m done working”. By the time he finally fucks you for real, you’re incoherent, dripping down all his heavy balls and thighs.

Toji can’t walk behind you without grinding on your tail. If you’re carrying a basket of vegetables, he’ll come up behind, sticking his cock between your cheeks, and letting the pre that’s dribbling out his tip leaks on your cotton hair while groaning, “Careful, sweetheart. I’ll spill my seed before you spill those tomatoes”.

He lives to grope you while you’re busy. Washing dishes? He’s behind you, big hands groping your soft tits, cock nestled snugly between your ass cheeks, and letting his angry tip rub against both of your holes. Hanging laundry? He’s got your panties down and two fingers knuckle-deep before you can protest.

Sometimes he just wants to bury his face in your ass. You’ll be bent over feeding animals, and suddenly he’s got your upper body pinned, eager tongue pushing between your cheeks and lapping a long stride from your drooling cunt to twitching asshole. “Mm, your ass smells sweeter every day. Daddy’s addicted”.

He’ll make you ride his cock backwards in the tractor seat while he drives slowly around the property. One hand on the wheel, the other on your hips, muttering, “Don’t stop bouncing. Gotta keep daddy awake”. He spanks your poor cheeks real hard till they’re red whenever you’re slowing down.

He jerks off to your tail when you’re not looking. Sometimes you’ll catch him in the barn, fist pumping his weeping cock while he stares at the way it twitches when you hop around. He doesn’t even look guilty — just smirks, grabs you, and finishes on it instead.

He gets nasty when you wear skirts — always shoving your panties to the side instead of pulling them down. He’ll growl in your ear, “Too much work. Just need your holes”. And he fucks you like that until the fabric is soaked.

Morning wood means you’re getting stuffed before breakfast. He’ll roll you onto your back, still half-asleep, and push in slow. “Shh, bunny. Daddy’s gotta drain it somewhere”. He keeps going until you’re panting, tail twitching, and the sheets are a mess.

He jerks off on your ears just to watch them flop heavy with his cum. Then he makes you lick them clean. “That’s my good girl. Bunny knows daddy’s mess belongs in her mouth”.

He kisses your rim the way most men kiss a mouth — sloppy, wet, sucking at it with obscene pops. Sometimes he’ll mutter against it, “Love this lil’ hole too much,” before stuffing his tongue back in until you squeak.

He’s obsessed with spitting on your cunt. Not once, but over and over, letting it drip in your hole before fingering it deeper. He’ll mutter, “Sloppy holes need sloppy prep,” before shoving his cock in with an nasty squelch.

Farmer Toji hates condoms and pulling out. He cums in you multiple times a day and makes you waddle around leaking, panties soiled and ruined. He��ll check you at the end of the night, pushing two thick fingers in and scooping out what’s left, then shoving it past your lips. “Good bunny eats what she can’t keep inside”.

He’s so vocal and filthy. He’ll say shit like, “You hear that, bunny? Daddy’s cock stirring your guts,” or “Pussy’s foaming all over the place”. He gets nastier the closer he is to cumming, babbling about how tight, sticky, wet, and perfect your holes are.

Toji will piss in the field and make you watch, grinning at your ears twitching as you stare. Sometimes he pulls you over it after and says, “Squat right here, bunny. Mark this spot with me. Let’s give earth a drink, yeah?”. He gets hard just seeing you pee in the dirt, and mixing your piss together.

He jerks off into whatever you’re eating when he’s feeling pervy. He’ll stir it in your oatmeal or smear it on cornbread butter. “C’mon, baby, eat up. Daddy put a little extra protein in there”. He watches until you lick the spoon clean.

He makes you rub your feet on his cock when he’s laid back in his chair on the front porch while smoking. He groans when your toes flex around him, muttering, “Cute little paws. Work daddy’s cock ‘til I mess the floor”.

Toji rarely reaches for lube — he just spits or uses his own cum. He’ll finger your little ass with the load he just pumped inside your pussy, groaning, “Why waste it? Bunny’s holes should be filled with me anyway”.

He’s a pervert about your scent. He’ll push your face into the mattress, spread your cheeks apart, and breathe in deep like it’s air. “Fuck, you smell better than fresh-cut hay”.

He’s gross enough to talk to your pussy while he’s fucking it. “That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze daddy tighter. Good lil’ cunt”. Then he smacks your ass and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll give the backdoor some attention after”.

On long wagon rides into town, he makes you sit on his cock the whole way, skirt pulled down over your lap. He talks casually to passing neighbors while you twitch, cock nudging your cervix with every bump in the road.

When he’s creampied you, he sometimes doesn’t let you run off to the toilet. He takes you to the yard, presses his cock back against your messy slit, and tells you to pee with him while his cum leaks out. “Piss daddy’s load out nice and sloppy. Let me watch”.

He gets nasty about punishing your clit — not mean, just filthy. He’ll tap it with his plump cockhead over and over until you’re squealing, then finally slide in, groaning, “Had to tenderize this little pearl before I overstimulate it”.

Half the time he’s fucking your pussy from behind, he’s spreading your cheeks apart just to stare at your rim twitching at him. “This little eye’s winking at me, begging for daddy’s thumb”. He rubs spit all over it before sinking his thumb in every single time.

While you gush from his fingers, he pins your thighs open and drags his nose side to side over your clit through the mess. He laughs at your squeaks, “Sensitive lil’ pearl loves daddy’s nose more than his cock”.

When you squat to pee, Toji’s already there on his knees, shoving his nose right against your slit while the stream splashes down. He inhales deep through it, groaning, “Fuck…smells so good”. He usually strokes his cock until he nuts in the puddle you just made.

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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the real reason why his wallet is so precious to him 18+

One of Nanami's most precious belongings is his wallet. It’s old and worn, the stitching fraying at the edges, but he insists on using it because it was a gift you had bought him on your first anniversary.

He never lets it out of his sight — his hand instinctively pats his pocket to check for it every time he moves. That wallet is the first thing he checks for when leaving a place, and the last thing he sets on the nightstand before bed.

It has a clear plastic slot on the right side, and tucked inside are two photographs. They’re his favourites — although only one sees the light of day. From time to time, when the long hours at the office wear him down, he finds his hand drifting to that wallet, absent mindedly pulling it free just to look at you.

“Oh my gosh, your girlfriend is gorgeous!” One of his colleagues is peering over his shoulder, eyes wide as they fix on the photo of you. She’s one of those nosy interns, and she talks more often than he would like.

Normally, he hates discussing matters of his personal life with coworkers. He strongly believes in keeping work separate from his private life, but the corners of his lips can’t help but curl up at the mention of you. “She is, isn’t she?” Instead of snapping his wallet closed, he tilts it toward her to give her a better look.

“It’s not often I see men so dedicated to their girlfriends, you know,” she says brightly. “How cute!”

“Thank you,” Nanami replies with a polite smile, already angling his body towards the bathroom. To her credit, she catches on quickly. She coughs, straightening her posture, “oh right— I'd better get back to my desk! Sorry for bothering you, Kento.”

He watches as she leaves before standing up and making his way towards the bathroom, finding an empty cubicle and pulling out his wallet once again with a sigh. It is a great picture of you, one that he had taken in fact, your smile bright and warm as you posed for the camera.

He flips open his wallet, pulling out the first film to reveal his other favourite one, tucked away underneath. It’s another one of you, from the same night. But instead of the sundress you’re wearing in the first picture…

Well. You’re not wearing much of anything.

You’ve got the same smile, the same sparkle in your eyes. But your hair is mussed, sprawled across the hotel sheets, completely bare. Your legs are lifted and held open, fingers curled behind your knees to keep yourself spread for him. The angle leaves nothing to the imagination, your heat glistening and swollen from how badly you’d been wanting him.

He’d hesitated of course, saying it was risky, the camera hovering uselessly in his hands. The idea of capturing something so lewd, so vulnerable of you was as reckless as it was intoxicating. But you’d only smiled wider, a teasing lilt in your voice as you told him to take it. Just keep it well.

So he did. With a flush that seared his cheeks, and his pants strained tight against his thighs, he clicked the camera. Now, both sides of you that he loves, stay tucked away in the folds of his battered wallet. Evidence of your shameless devotion for only his eyes to indulge in.

And that’s why he can’t afford to lose it.

masterlist | arranged!marriage nanami au | ex-boyfriend nanami au

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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MDNI- Sukuna x F!reader - degradation, jealousy, he's mean

"Hah, ya really fucked up this time, forget you belong to me, brat?" Ryomen Sukuna is furious when you all get home from the company party, you're currently slung over a broad shoulder, unceremoniously dropped down when he gets you inside.

"Kuna I was just dancing-"

"With Gojo? Don't fuckin Kuna me," he grips your chin, scowling down at you with eyes flashing dark crimson, just hovering so tall, your heart thuds in your chest.

"What are you jealous, Sukuna?" You manage to quip, but he gives that dark fucking laugh, the one right before he loses his shit.

"Am I jealous? Hmm..." He's lifting you up again, you're wriggling when he plops you down on the bed in your room, ripping your pretty dress with a tear sound.

"That's expensive, jerk!"

"I don't give a fuck," his big hands yank it off you in pieces, baring your breasts and moaning. "He was fucking staring at 'em, grabbing your hips, and you let him?."

"So what if he was- ah!" Sukuna smacks each tit, making them bounce, over and over while you whine out, hand prints covering your pretty tits, his soft pink hair falling over his forehead, wicked grin on his fucking face. "K-Kuna..."

"K-Kuna, hah - pathetic." Your lip trembles then, you're trying to play sweet, you always get to him, but tonight he's furious, having to see Satoru Gojo's hands on your hips, he about killed him. "So, you like him, huh?"

"He was nice, sure..." You smile a bit then, as he chokes your throat. "And hot."

"I'm done with your bratty fuckin' attitude," he bares you completely, before flipping you over, your fingers cling to the blankets, you know he's fucking pissed. "Arch."

"No, hah!" He shoves you down right between your shoulder blades.

"Arch for me, now," you tremble and push your ass back, earning a smack on your hip. "That all you can do? Pathetic."

"Oh fuck you- ow!" He smacks you hard on one ass cheek, watching it jiggle and seeing his big handprint form.

"Arch," he orders again, one hand entangling in your hair and yanking. "For me, lemme see what's mine."

You're soaking wet when his fingers find you, before he starts smacking you again, harder and harder, each blow making you sob, sniffle. The pain with his big hand making contact with your skin burns, makes your cunt throb.

"Aww, ya can't take a hit, huh?" He caresses your ass, bending over you and chuckling now. "How are you ever gonna learn a lesson, brat? Ya just don't listen."

"Mnh," you're soaking wet now, when he slips two fingers inside your cunt for just one teasing minute, before pulling them out, sucking you off them and moaning.

"If you acted right, I'd eat your cunt," instead he releases his thick cock from his pants, bending down and spitting a filthy trail of saliva down your spread cheeks. It drips down to your cunt, sticky and bubbly, the sight making him almost falter.

"T-touch me, please," you're whiny and pretty looking back at him, but you've really just made him far too mad. He shoves your pretty face down against the mattress, muffling your little cries, tip pressing against you. "Mmph!"

"Time to learn something about flirting with other men," he grabs his cock, coating it in your slick, before pulling out and spitting again. "Acting like a dumb little slut,"

You shake your head, arching more, thighs quivering, he chuckles just a bit, cock lining with your entrance, pressing again.

"You were, but you belong to me, my little toy to fuck, whenever I want, aren't you?" He yanks up your head, bending your back and shoving deeper. "Asked ya a question, brat."

"Y-yours, Kuna .. ow!" Sukuna smacks you again, "m'sorry!"

He shoves his cock deep inside you then, veiny thickness stretching your unready hole, you're struggling at the blissful pain, so full while he slips two fingers in your open mouth and hooks them, pressing on your tongue. "Gonna use you till I cum, don't give a fuck if you do."

Sukuna's mean with it, strokes hitting deep, heavy balls just full of cum ready to fill your hole, he'll cum so much it's drippin' from you for days, so you remember. Tattooed hands pulling you too tight, pressing against your rib cage, leaky red tip pummeling your cervix.

"You like it, don't ya slutty little brat," Sukuna huffs, fucking into you deeper, heavy weight pressing you into a meaner arch. "Can't talk? Aww, how cute - just starting."

"Kuna, only w-want you," you whisper, knowing you wanted to make him mad but it's backfiring, he's splitting you in half with almost ten inches. He laughs meanly, laying prone over you, one hand wrapping your throat, the other slipping to your tummy.

"Fucking you up, now you're actin' all sweet? Hah," he tugs you down further on his cock, feeling it bulge your tummy, moaning. "That's it, feel me? I'll fuckin' ruin you, you know your cunt only knows my shape."

He teases a trail to your clit, and you gasp out, only for him to pull those fingers back, chuckling even meaner in your ear. "Please..."

"Better beg harder than that, I'll use you till I cum, over and over again, till you can't take it, till you can't think a dumb thought, or run that mouth, huh brat?" You just nod weakly, letting the filthy sounds of his cock in your wet cunt fill the room.

"S-sorry..." He grins against your skin, biting back a gasp at how good your cunt feels gripping him, before pulling back right before you cum, earning your desperate whine, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"You're sorry now that you wanna cum? Better do a lot better than that."

I'm ovulating again, god help you ALL

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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Toji and his cockblocking children

Toji loves his kids, he does! Megumi’s smart, your youngest is outspoken, and most of all, you’re a family. A functioning one that doesn’t send children into fights their minds can’t comprehend, that doesn’t value people based on any metric other than pure, unadulterated, unconditional love.

But sometimes he can’t stand them.

Like in the early morning, when the sunlight’s barely cracking through the windowsill, and his arm is resting around your waist. And you’re so, so soft, and yeah the kids might wake up in half an hour, but half an hour is enough for him to get off, right? Especially when he’s already all hot and bothered. So he slips his aching length between your thighs and laughs when your head raises and he sees your little frown.

“The kids,” you mutter drowsily.

Ugh. Yeah, the kids. He loves the kids very dearly!

But also, he hasn’t had a taste of your cunt in ages. He’s starved.

He lets out a low laugh and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “..yeah,” he hums, eyes fluttering shut, “this’ll only take a few minutes.”

You roll your eyes and shuffle closer, hand slipping down to let him underneath your panties. And he stays like that for a bit, cock sitting pretty against your folds as he listens to your breathing.

Then he starts to move. Slowly. Back and forth, grinding right against your cunt, letting out a huff of amusement when your slick starts to soak down against him. It’s quiet except for the rustling of sheets, morning light filtering through and making the moment seem almost angelic. It is, for him. He wraps an arm around you and pulls you on top of him, smiling at your bleary-eyed look.

The moment is small, and the room is warm, and his heart pangs all happy against his chest.

This is enough.

And then he’s cut off by your daughter’s whine from downstairs. “Daddy, Megs is stealing the puppy from me!–”

He groans. You snort and roll off. And then the both of you are up in a flash, cleaning up and getting ready for the day. He comes downstairs to see you in an apron making pancakes, telling your daughter she can’t hog the dogs all to herself and that Megumi’s entitled to petting at least one this morning, and he sighs a little. It’s like earlier didn’t happen at all.

Toji loves his kids. But he’s got a massive fucking libido, a massive fucking cock, and they can be two massive fucking cockblockers.

Well, whatever. That’s the married-life-with-two-kids-two-dogs-jobs-and-a-house for you.

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lucxiqann · 2 days ago

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uncommitted?

bsf!gojo x fem!reader

synopsis- living with your hoe of a best friend sounded like a good idea at first, until he begins to realize his feelings for you, far too late. roommate!au

a/n: guys ignore how this is highkey what happened last chapter, I was trying to figure out how to lead up to the date lol.

part 1 part 2 part 3

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lucxiqann · 3 days ago

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Sloppy | Raphael

okay so this wasn’t a request but i’ve been MIA for a while and i haven’t really had the opportunity to write much over the past few months so this is really just writing practice (forgive me if it's subpar, i'm rusty)

also, if you've requested something, i promise that i'm working on it so please be patient!

made with bayverse in mind!!

warnings: NSFW, first thing i’ve properly written in months so be kind people, swearing, afab reader — mentions of pussy etc., oral sex (f!receiving), raph is a little feral and mean i feel… everyone is 18+!!, not proofread so lemme know if you notice any glaring errors

summary: raph eats your pussy; he’s greedy and sloppy (it’s perfect)

word count: 651 (short and not sweet)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

raph eats pussy like a man possessed. he’s sloppy and loud about it, spit and slick all over his face as he spreads your legs as wide as possible and then even wider. your hips ache from the stretch, and you can already tell you’ll be sore tomorrow, but all you can do is whine and moan, hands covering your heated face in a futile effort to silence yourself.

you can’t even grind down against him like this because the bastard has one arm casually slung over your stomach, his huge palm pressing down just so, enough to make you whimper. you can feel him grinning meanly against your thigh with each failed arch of your spine, nipping your flesh in cruel, teasing bites that are sure to leave purple marks, before he continues to lap at your cunt like he hasn’t eaten in a week.

“raph,” you wheeze desperately, whimpers getting stuck in your throat as he practically growls against you. the sound is dark and agonised, and you can’t help but gasp as he pushes a thick digit inside you. “raph, raph, raph—”

he tongues your clit and crooks his finger, and you can no longer breathe, hands now clenched into bedsheets and thighs shaking with every sloppy touch. “that’s it,” he rumbles, the vibrations only making you tremble more. “that’s it, give it to me.”

your moans fill the room in perfect harmony with the filthy squelch of your pussy as raph fucks you with his calloused finger. it’s already too much, but you think you might pass out when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks like he’s trying to reap your soul. “oh my god—”

you’re whining so loud, choked, and so, so needy, but you can’t find it within you to feel shame even as a distant part of your brain acknowledges that you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for a good week after this.

white eclipses your vision when you come, falling headfirst over that precipice that you’ve been teetering on for god knows how long. you fall silent when you do, mouth parted and back finally arching as raph lets your body take exactly what it needs; he lets you grind your hips down, mouth still fixed over your clit as your thighs clamp down around his skull.

he’s mumbling something dirty and full of sacrilege when you finish, his words a wicked churr that tips you into oversensitivity, and you whine weakly when he keeps moving his finger inside you, letting it drag against your slick walls with a slightly sadistic delight.

he chuckles when you slap his forearm weakly, but he acquiesces and slowly pulls back, groaning to himself when he sees just how soaked his hand is. “such a good girl,” he murmurs, looking right at you when he tastes you on his finger. he groans again at the flavour as if he hasn’t been buried in your pussy for the best part of the last hour.

“you’re terrible,” you tell him, voice wrecked, when he finally releases his finger from his mouth.

his smirk is shameless and greedy. “oh, i know.” his warm palms rest against your wet thighs, parting them again with ease. your hipbones twinge, and you gasp as he drags you closer to him, nestling between your legs like he belongs there (he does). “and we’re nowhere near done.”

his eyes are dark and leering, gluttonous and greedy, never full of you but always full of sin, and you swallow thickly as his lips twist into a ravenous snarl, nostrils flaring as you somehow grow even wetter, slick trickling down your already soaked thigh at the unadulterated lechery above you.

by the time you're done, several hours and several orgasms later, you know you won’t be able to look his brothers in the eye for at least a month.

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