#⌦｡.:* ━ w;sadism/masochism

[toutallyahoe]

*coughs* milkman x doppelganger! male reader with tentacles *coughs*

━ good neighbour ,, that's not my neighbor

pairing(s): francis "milkman" mosses x doppelganger! male reader warnings: cursing, monster fucking, dub con, tentacle porn, sadism/masochism (?), dacryphilia (?), monster [name], doppelganger [name] a/n: ask and you shall receive mahal <333

also sorry if its shit, i literally wrote this as i was high and sleepy on the bus lol

Francis did not know how it happened... but it did. One moment he was relaxing in his apartment room, lying on a worn-down couch in the living room as he was trying to get in some rest since he was tired from another day of delivering milk. The next he was opening the door to his next-door neighbour who had knocked and asked for some help as you were locked out of your room since you forgot the keys inside.

Francis didn't think too much of it at first. You, his neighbour was a nice young man after all, whom he was on decent terms. And it wouldn't be bad to be a good neighbour even though you did disturb him from sleeping. Sure, it may be a bit suspicious with doppelgangers running around to copy people's faces to get into buildings to kill off residents, but the doorman of his building had never been wrong before. And who was he to not help his neighbour who had always been very kind to him, sending him a smile or a wave each time Francis went out for the day to do his deliveries when you coincidentally go out at the same time to work?

But how did this happen?

Opening the door to his apartment and welcoming you in, you immediately sent him an apologetic look as you told him that you were going to call the building manager to help with your lost keys... before Francis knew it, he was pushed to the wall with his arms pinned above his head by the very same neighbour of his, looking at him with an amused look, eyes now red and had no sense of that warmth that Francis was used too.

"You made things very easy," You had said as Francis felt his voice stuck in his throat as he stared in horror when tentacles appeared behind you... was this even you? Pretty sure no normal human has.... this?!? "Aw, scared? I didn't even do anything yet."

A doppelganger. The damn doorman let a fucking doppelganger in and Francis was stupid enough to also let said doppelganger in his apartment!!!

"Please," Francis' voice was weak as his body began to shake in fear, knowing well what would happen next from the doppelganger being here. His door was already locked and the damn thing was in here with him. All alone. "P... please..."

The doppelganger of his neighbour let out a chuckle which gave Francis goosebumps. It was deep and gruff and Francis would have swooned if it wasn't from the current situation. You leaned close to him, tilting your head and you grinned. Francis gulped upon seeing the sharp teeth. So sharp, it can probably tear off flesh... definitely tear off flesh.

"Please?" You asked, mockingly using the same scared tone Francis had as the tentacles behind you moved to replace your hands from pinning Francis to the wall. "Please what, sweetheart?"

"Don't kill me," Francis managed to say as his heartbeat escalated. Shit. You were close. Too close. "Please don't kill me."

"Now we can't do that," You said as you shook your head. Francis let out a hiss from his wrists was squeezed by the tentacle that pinned it. A whimper escaped his throat when his tired eyes widened from you leaning more closer to him. "No, we really can't..." You paused for a second as your eyebrows furrowed. Looking at Francis for a second as you hummed.

Francis waited with bated breath, hitching when he heard the doppelganger's next words. "Well, unless..."

Francis' legs were spread out as he was still pinned down, on his couch this time. Every muscle in his body was tensed as pants left his lips. He threw his head back when he felt the large tentacle that was inside him hit his prostate each time it thrust inside him. "Shit!" Francis tried to muffle his moans but a slap to his face made him whimper and cry, his moans pouring out like a waterfall now. He tearfully looked at you as you grinned at him, in between his legs as you loomed over him.

"Let it all out," You commanded as you pinched Francis red and abused nipples, twisting the bud harshly. Making the Milkman whimper as his body was quivering from the intense pleasure and pain. Another tentacle was then pushed inside his hole, stretching him more which burned but Francis had to admit, it felt so good.

"I'm... 'm sorry," Francis slurred as he let out a loud more feeling both tentacles rubbing his swollen prostate vigorously that it was borderline causing him pain now. The pace was harsh yet he couldn't do anything with that. He was at the mercy of the doppelganger looming over him. "I won't — won't... I—" A cry leave his lips as his dick twitched, another release was coming and it really didn't take long, not from the abuse his body was getting. Before Francis knew it, the knot in his stomach snapped as he came, his back arching as he threw his head back. Spurts of cum came shooting out his red, aching cock into the air and hitting you a bit.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance as you slapped Francis in the face again. "Did I say you can come?" You asked as you glared at the quivering body of the Milkman, leaning down, your hand found themselves in Francis' neck. You smiled, sharp teeth showing as you squeezed at the Milkman's throat which made Francis let out choke noises. More tears fell down Francis' eyes as his lips quivered

"Please."

You only chuckled as you brought out more tentacles from behind you. "We aren't done yet, sweetheart."

[r1pp4r]

since yall loved königs so much, heres some simon “ghost” riley nsfw headcannons!!

WARNINGS: MDNI!! this is just completely nsfw :))

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* okay- simon 100% is a thigh lover and i mean ANYTHING to do with your thighs. especially if he fucks your thighs ugh, especially with your back to his chest and your sitting on his lap 🧍‍♂️

* riding. he looooves the way your body is pressed up against him, and the way you move your hips. it’s so intoxicating to him, he’s obsessed. he loves feeling you bite into his neck and shoulder, or your kisses against his jaw. he also loves the way he can grab ur thighs, and thats why he also loves the mating press or your legs on his waist, but like,, pressed to ur chest

* i don’t think simon has a lot of kinks. like not ones that physically harm you. it honestly depends on your preference :) but like idk. for me he’d have some kinks, but nothing with sadism or masochism like at all. but he loooooves to make you feel overwhelmed. i think he’d be into light bondage sometimes but not a lot. he likes to make sure you know you’re safe.

* playing off that, simon is someone BIG on hearing you verbally consent. a nod or a kiss won’t do. he needs to verbally hear you say what you need, or want. that ties into the fact he does absolutely love to hear you beg for him.

* simon is a stone top. at least imo, only bc of his SA. which that can happen, and he feels the need to have some kind of control over the situation and not you entirely. but sometimes he’ll let you praise him, and he’ll beg for you. he lets his guard down and submits to you in a sense.

* SAFEWORD. EVEN THO ITS NOT BDSM HE HAS A SAFEWORD. for him. not just for you-

* simon adore cockwarming. he loves feeling your little cunt on his shaft, where he just has you against him. he lets you grind into him barely, just getting enough friction to have soft, almost inaudible whimpers. especially when he’s doing paperwork.

* simon doesn’t ask you to give him head a lot bc he feels like it’s a task bc of his size. but you always insist and he swears its the best thing because your mouth was made for him. (sometimes he’ll fuck your mouth if he’s feelin silly n goofy :p)

* MARKINGGGG!!! he loves leaving sweet hickeys all over your neck, softly massaging your clit while sucking soft bruises onto your skin <333

* he takes his time a lot. and i mean a lot of time. he doesn’t like quickies (i agree) sessions can last sometimes 3-5 hours because he has so much stamina. like good lord.

* but he also takes his time bc he wants to show you how well knows your body. good lord does he know it. he knows exactly how to make you sing, and he’s hit spots you couldn’t have imagined.

* yes, simon is BIG but he knows how to use it. people who don’t know how to use their dick and its big, it hurts. but simon knows his angles, how deep he can go, etc.

* simon has a huge breeding kink, and i mean it’s horrid. he fills you up every single time. multiple times. he loves the thought of fucking a kid into you, and loving a kid into you. but he knows your both not ready for it yet, but it still drives the both of you crazy, the thought of you plump w his kid

[yxami]

hii! could you write something with caleb into stepping or anything like that? thank youu

Hope you enjoy! Sorry it’s taken me so long lol 😊

desc: yandere masochist x gn reader, nsfw themes, stepping on certain areas of his body, masochism, slight sadism, yandere themes/behaviors, etc. I’m wondering if this is considered some sort of foot fetish, if so, I feel like I ate for someone who don’t fw it 🤫

You’ve been toying around with the school’s nerd for about the same time you were bullying him for. You played nicer now, no longer pushing him against lockers and snapping at him for just glancing in your direction, even if he pleaded for a taste of that intense bullying again.

You’re not dating Caleb, but not exactly keeping things open either, you don’t want him to get with anyone and he doesn’t want the same for you either. You call it nothing but if he begs enough you’ll call him babe every now and then.

“Please? I.. promise I won’t ask anything else today? Just for a little while?” His bottom lip quivers as he only requests one simple thing, for you to step on him. “At least 5 minutes and I’ll shut up” The blush splattered on his face only furthers how into this idea he was.

He’s already gotten so many bulges like now, just thinking about you stepping on him, showing him another way how beneath he is compared to you, literally and metaphorically.

“Just don’t be loud, I’ve already heard enough complaints from my maid about how she’s been hearing a lot of strange sounds” You scold him, referencing how loud he can get, just a simple handjob and he’s squealing about how good it feels, how you treat him so well and doesn’t deserve your kindness.

“A- alright! I swear I’ll so quiet!” He whisper yells, already lying back on your bed, eager as his cock jumps from the view of you straddling his thighs to slowly standing on the soft bed sheets. He grabs onto some fabric, holding it in his sweaty palms as he admires how beautiful you look.

You made sure not to use your shoes much to his dismay, you were aware that they were made of a rich heavy material, something even Caleb couldn’t handle.

He immediately perks up as he feels pressure on his cock, covering his mouth as his eyes shoot up to look at yours, already looking hot and bothered as he whimpered at another step you take. You can’t help but wonder how this even works, do you step in another place too? Or is it just here?

You don’t verbally question anything, and just continue pressing different amounts of weight on his crotch, teasing him with a heavy step every now and then, he squirms as much as he can get away with, wanting to be good and stay in place.

“P-please, can you be mean while you.. step on me?” He bats his eyelashes up at you, staring with his obvious doe eyes, looking pitiful as he whimpers under you.

“You’re such a masochist, how did I even get involved with you” His behavior invokes a slight chuckle out of you, granting him what he wanted. “I never thought I’d be standing on some pervert’s cock for fun”

He hisses under his breath with a lewd face, enjoying this moment too much, you could feel his cock twitch at your words through his pants. You were sure if he had a dog tail that it would be loudly thumping on the bed.

“I’m n-not a pervert… just a guy who likes you” He says with a wobbly smile, hoping his response draws you to make another insult. His heart is pounding so loud, frightened that you might tease him for it. His heart pounded only to the thought of seeing you, touching you, loving you.

“I think pervert is the perfect name for you, all those hard ons you got, just with me pushing you, god you’re so lucky I’m gracing you with my presence” You deliver your words with a sharp degrading tone. You bend down, sitting on his lower thighs before unbuttoning his pants.

“W-wait, you’re taking off my.. pants?” He says with a pant interrupting his words, he sits up, not moving away from your hands, he knows that this isn’t the first time you’ve touched him down there but he always has to mentally prepare himself first or else he’ll cum too fast.

“You’ll probably feel more right? Isn’t that what you wanted” You smile amused at his indecisive pout, curious to what he could be contemplating at this moment. “Y-yeah.. you’re right, it’ll probably feel better” He fiddles with his fingers, embarrassed to look at you taking off his pants, the gaze you had on was affecting him too much.

You slip off his pants, teasing his boxers as if you were going to lower it just to see his reaction, you should probably say his cock’s reaction though, twitching and seemingly eager to be freed, with his blush deepening.

“Don’t tease me so much..” The whiny attitude erupting from his throat was paired with a gasp as you step on his erection again, feeling much more pressure than before and now he was even more turned on by the lack of jean fabric.

The built up of sensations has him squirming beneath your foot, trying to gain more friction as he grinds against it, caught faster than ever before as you scold him making him let out another whiny pant. “M’ sorry.. just feels too good” His glassy eyes with a frown makes your heart flutter. You always forget how pretty he looks when he’s needy for something.

As you continue, he holds a pillow on his chest, biting on it as he makes his sounds muffled, chest rising up and down with more speed when he starts reaching near his limit. “Please- please harder” He makes all sorts of breathless whimpers.

You know he’s right at his limit when he lays fully back, tightly wrapped around the pillow he holds above him, messy hair apparent as he breathes through his mouth, grinding against your foot just at the right moment to cum in his boxers. The wet spot growing after he lets out a final shaky sound.

He uses the last of his voice to thank you profusely, throat giving up on him after he abused it so much just to beg.

[derangederensimp]

You Made A Mess

Jujutsu Kaisen Smut

Toji Fushiguro x Fem Reader

Self indulged because it was my birthday.

Cw: Strong language, semi public sex, biting, rough sex, degradation, hickeys, spitting, sadism, masochism, pet names, thick thighs, slapping, choking, overstimulation, Blood, domination, role reversal, and Creampie. Fluff at the end Maybe more stuff that I forget. NOT PROOFREAD

MINORS DNI

“Aren’t you just a fucking slut, feels like you just got 10x wetter from being brought out here. You like the idea of being watched huh” Toji said, chuckling as the way your cunt squeezed against his cock. His grip on your jaw tightened from your lack of response. He hated when he’d talk dirty to you and all your reply would be is your body reacting and maybe a soft moan but that wasn’t enough for him. He wanted to hear your pleas of maybe how he was wrong and that you weren’t actually enjoying it is what he was assuming you’d say. His hips slammed into you harder making you cry out his name. “YES- fuck I-i enjoy the thought of people watching you fuck me”

“Such a dirty girl. I knew you nothing but unless slut. All your good for is a good fuck?” His breath was hot on your ear, hand slipping to your throat softly squeezing it to hear a wheeze in your breathing. Your third orgasm of the night approaching as his cock felt like it was rearranging your insides with each thrust. His roughness was the only thing you could ask for and the way he talked to you only made it better. Your mind was running blank as you were fucked out.

Cheeks hot and red, tears streaming down your face while your knees felt like they could just give out from under you at any moment but he had you pinned against the glass fencing of the balcony overseeing the city. Your cries and moans filling the air beautifully we’re like melody to his balls slapping against your fat ass. “If you don’t respond to me one more time I swear I will say the word and leave you here naked for the night and let you figure out how to get your release” his voice was rough in your ear. Each word he spoke he thrusted making sure he got his point across. Your poor g spot was overwhelmed and overstimulated begging for him to cool it down some your cunt clenched around his cock.

“I-fuck I have to cum Toji. I-I’m sorry!!-a-w” you whined, tossing your head back into his shoulder, his hand pushing your head forward so his mouth could go down to your neck. His teeth grazed your skin, making a shock go down your spine. “Then cum but I’m not finished with you next, I haven't even came once” he said before biting into your neck making you scream out his name. Your walls spasmed around him, squeezing your eyes shut as you gushed on his cock, he didn’t even let you ride out your high before he shoved himself right back inside.

He did wish he had you turned to face him so he could watch your face as he ruined you but all the outdoor furniture was out for cleaning from your previous time you two fucked out there. You made such a mess squirting all over the cushioning he was a proud man but you were a shy embarrassed woman just the way he liked. “You’ve made a mess again, are you going to be a good wife and clean it up when we’re done?” He cooed when he released his teeth from your skin. The taste of copper on his tongue seeing he broke some skin with his teeth, he knew he was in for it now.

Something in you snapped looking down at your shoulder and seeing a bit of blood “You will be the one cleaning Toji. I may not want to sit on bare furniture but you can” you wedged your arm between your bodies pushing Toji off you. His hand glided off your throat and he put his hand on hip and one of his cock pumping it slowly. “I’d like to see you move me princess” the smirk on his face enraged you. Stepping close to him you pressed your tits to his abdomen as a distraction, your hands roamed around his body till you got to his ass slapping it and massaging the mounds through your fingers.

His low chuckle was taunting you to keep going, kissing his chest and biting the skin making him groan in pleasure. Leaving red marks all over calming him to be yours. Reaching his nipple you looking up at him rolling your tongue out and giving it kitten licks, his stare down at you was devilish. You could tell he wanted to just ruin you but was holding himself back.

One swift push and your leg hitting the back of his knee put him on his ass onto the wicker bench. The balcony of the penthouse apartment you shared was cutely decorated but everything was ruined by Toji he made it his mission to fuck you everywhete saying it meant that the place was really yours when it was covered in your mess that he was the cause of. The colorful twinkle lights you hung shined on his sweaty face beautifully, for a moment you almost forgot you were trying to dominate him and give him sweet kisses all over.

Taking his cock in your hand you positioned yourself above him letting only the tip go inside teasing him over and over again watching his cheeks grow pink. His fingers digging into the plush of your thighs begging for you to just let him take control again. “Not going to happen, be good and take what I give you” you seethed into his ear, taking a fistful of his hair and pulling back it making his head bend back to give you access to his neck.

Licking up from his collarbone you sunk yourself on his cock to the base in one swift moment biting into his flesh. His hand flew to your ass squeezing it hard, his thigh flexed from beneath you. “What was that too fast for you?” You stared down at the man, resting your hands on his shoulders now for support. Bouncing yourself on his cock at a pace that suited you. “Shut your filthy mouth” he grunted squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of your cunt clenching around him deliciously trying to milk him of his cum.

Putting your hand on his jaw you pulled down softly to open his mouth up more “if your good I’ll give you a reward Toji”, you piqued his interest. His eyes opening up slightly and staring up at you captivated by the look on your face, your cheeks pink and eyes heavy with lust. He wanted to just grab your thighs and force you hard on him till he came inside but he wanted you to make him cum. “Y-your fucking beautiful you know that. F-fuck” he groaned your pace picking up as you rode him. He kept his hands to himself other than gripping at your thighs leaving marks behind.

“Bite me” you asked softly watching the man from under you unravel in pleasure. Your own oragasm was coming quickly once again. This new position made his cock go deeper and the pressure in your stomach was becoming too much to bear needing your release and you hoped he would be joining you this time around. Your pace picked up with each bite he left but his next bite on your other shoulder drew more blood and then your breast that he graciously licked clean leaving a red sheen on his lips. Your own tongue coming to lick it up, pursing his lips and holding him still.

“Just like that princess, keep going like that and I’ll fill you up nice and pretty” he cooed. Tossing his head back into the bench he was losing his mind at how your body felt. The knot in your stomach felt like it could snap at any minute tilting your own head back at the feeling. “N-need help” you mewled out holding onto his shoulders.

“Gladly” he raised a brow. Putting his hands on your hips he slammed you down while he brought his thighs up meeting each pull with a thrust making you scream out his name over and over again till tears came down your cheeks once more.

“Cum for me princess” your walls clenched around him so tight his own orgasm hit, hot white ropes shot into your core filling you up to your hilt and a gush of your own liquid went onto his stomach and thighs. He kept going, making a ring of your joined juices on his cock and singing your praise thanking you for letting him cum and not making him wait any longer. You never felt more full.

“Open your mouth” you halfly blinked.

Toji would obey every command you’d give in a state like this, opening his mouth you held his jaw and spit into his mouth. His eyes went wide but back to half lidded his cock twitching back to life inside of you as cum seeped out of you and onto his thighs. “You are a freak, I know you can’t last another round so I’ll just let this die down” he kissed your neck softly pulling your body close to him.

Resting on top of him his hand coasted from your lower back to your shoulders. Your chests heave in a rhythm matching each others to catch your breath. “You are too good for me. I love you” he sighed. “I love you too, you are the best thing to happen to me” you mewled into his neck. He couldn’t help but laugh at the feeling tickling against his skin. “Did I make you bleed too much, he touched softly over his bite marks on your shoulders and breast” soothing over your wounds.

“Toji if you did I would’ve used the word” you kissed the corner of his lip with the scar. The only thing that could ruin this moment was your annoying ass neighbor that pounded on the door “FUCK OFF!” You both screamed in unison. Toji shifting from under you, hooking his arms under your legs and hoisting your core up to his mouth as he stood up walking through the tall glass doorway into your home. His tongue softly licked at your clit and lips sucking on it as he made his way to your room. Your body hunched over his head worried you’d hit the doorways forgetting all the doorways were tall and impossible for even Toji to reach the top of.

Softly laying you onto the bed he went into the bathroom and started up a bath for you. Throwing 3 towels and a hair towel into the warmer. Adding flowers into the water he waited for the level to get to where it needed to be before coming back into the room and picking you up. “My spoiled Birthday Girl, sorry I ruined your legs” kissing your forehead. Grabbing the shower head he rinsed both of your bodies with soap to get you clean before helping you into the bath with him. You rested against his body letting him massage your hair. The jets massaged against your thighs perfectly and the temperature was heavenly.

You sighed against him, closing your eyes and drifting off into sleep. “Happy Birthday you brat. I love you”

“Love you too” you cooed.

Putting you into bed after he dressed you in your favorite pjs he went out onto the balcony and cleaned what he could, mumbling to himself that he should just have fucked you on your bed it would’ve been an easy clean up instead. Once he was done he climbed into bed with you and pulled your body close. You put your head into the crook of his neck mumbling sweet nothings before falling back into a heavy sleep. He fell asleep soon after with a smirk on his face as for tomorrow you would be the one to clean up your mess for sure.

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[imsofthelp]

Thinking of Suguru who totally has avoidant attachment style while Satoru has anxious attachment style and how that translates into their love lives w reader

Suguru x reader; Satoru x reader

not proofread btw, warning include rough sex, a bit of masochism and sadism, and toxic relationships

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Thinking about Suguru who never left, but never received the help he needed, either. Suguru, who's moral compass is messed up and all over the place, who's only purchase on life is you. Sweet, cheerful and so awfully welcoming.

It's always late at night when he barges into your apartment, desperate and pent up. It's on times like this, where he fucks you like he hates you. He has you bent over the couch, legs dangling down, face shoved into the cushions by his large, rough hand as his cock drags through your walls with no care in the world. He's always rough and degrading, his hips snapping fast and cruel, pelvis hitting your ass in the way that will surely leave you sore and bruised.

Mean words slip past his perfect, glossy lips unprompted, then.

"So fucking desperate for my cock, you pathetic slut."

He's always desperate when he nears his release, his thick, long cock making you cry out as it hits all the right spots inside you, making you cry and moan broken syllables of his name, drool escaping past the corner of your lips.

His grip on your hair only gets tighter, pulling at the scalp painfully, making you keen. You can't help but look back at him, how he looks like a god above you, so high and mighty.

He's tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a trim waist, his silken hair slipping out of the bun and strands of it clinging to his flushed face. It's perfect, too. Whiskey brown eyes half-lidded, perfectly shaped nose scrunched up slightly and his lips parted.

He catches your gaze, he always does, and gets meaner. Your face gets shoved into the pillows, uncaring if you can breathe, if you can speak. You never complain. Suguru doesn't like vulnerability, Suguru doesn't do vulnerability.

"Fucking trying to look at me, like you've earned that shit. You're nothing but a stress reliever with a tight cunt, nothing but a fucking cum dump. Take it, you whore, take it."

He's always meaner when he's about to come. It's a mask of sorts, because no matter how rough he's being, no matter how venomous his words are, he always makes sure to make you come, to have you soak his cock, slick dribbling down and staining his thighs. A few more sloppy thrusts and he fills you up with warmth that he never provides with his touch, or his words.

He makes you suck him off after, until your knees ache and bruise, fucks you again, if he's not too tired. He never stays over. Suguru just helps you into bed, cleans you up a little and presses a small kiss to the side of your head. That's all the affection you get before he leaves. And it's fine. He's bad at expressing emotions, he's bad at labels and relationships. Suguru always comes back, nevertheless.

***

Thinking about Satoru, who is so much sweeter. His best friend, the only person to ever understand him, has never left, but never fully stayed, either. Some integral part of Suguru left after Riko died. And Satoru knows that, god, he knows. You're his vice, his blessing, his angel in the darkness that has obscured his life.

It's almost akin to love. He texts you regularly, always checks up on you, asks how your day is going, comes over to take care of you after a perticularly rough mission.

When he fucks, there's no sign of roughness. He treats you like you're made out of glass. You think that he's afraid that you'll change, eventually, just like Suguru has. That's why he's so careful not to break you.

He spends hours between your legs, pretty pink lips latched onto your throbbing clit while two of his fingers hit the same spot inside again and again until there's no other choice but to come. He laps everything up like it's a blessing to be able to, he praised you all the way through.

"So pretty when you come, the most beautiful girl in the whole world. Absolutely perfect, I could spend days between your legs, love."

He fucks you carefully, restraint woven through every single part of his perfect body. Satoru almost never fucks you from the back. He craves to see your expressions, wants to see what feels good for you, what makes you moan and what makes you clench his pretty, long cock tighter.

He never scolds you for looking at him, revels in it, almost comes when your pretty, glossy eyes study each and every part of him. He's leaner, yet still strong, still the strongest. His skin is like porcelain, perfect and pristine, not one hair falling out of place even as his thrusts speed up, helping you chase your release. His eyes often remind you of a kicked puppy. Desperate for approval, desperate for your praise. You call him sweet names and chant his, when you see the ocean blue of his irises, when you see how his expression hardens and his lower lip wobbles slightly.

He's always so put-together, even when he comes. His thrusts never grow sloppier, he still drags in and out in a pace that you prefer, rewarding you with another mind-shattering orgasm before he paints your insides white, hesitant to pull out.

He always kisses you after, pushes your hair away from your sweaty, teary face and hughs you a bit too tight.

"So sweet for me, always milk my cock so well. How did I end up this lucky, how am I so blessed, love? Gosh, I absolutely adore you, baby."

In moments that follow, the strongest is vulnerable. He pulls out and cleans you up thoroughly, massages out the sore muscles and makes sure you eat and drink plenty of water.

Satoru never leaves after. He slips into your bed, pulling you close to his bare, muscular chest, his breathing a little erratic. When he thinks that you've fallen asleep, he begs and prays that you never leave him. It never fails to make your heart ache.

Suguru avoids everything that has to do with relationships, lust on a completely different level than love, and Satoru can't make one coexist without the other.

You can't help but think about how this jarring contrast would play out if they had you together.

[milkpup]

｡⋆ʚ♡ like father, like son

nsfw 18+ ongoing multi-chapter fic!

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: this story is originally posted on ao3! this will have dark themes, if you do not like, DO NOT INTERACT! this is a multi chapter fic that is still in progress as of posting on tumblr (1/9/24). it will be updated as i write more :) i will add links to the next chapters as i post them on this thread or smthn (idk how to use tumblr lol)

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! - ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+ - !

Like Father, Like Son by milkpup

Chapter 1: Promises

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“When we get older, let’s get married!” you exclaimed to Megumi, who was sitting next to you on the park bench. “We know each other best, so if we find no one else by the time we go to college, let’s get together!”

You were both in middle school still. You’ve been extremely close friends since you were young children. Megumi and his father lived in the same neighborhood as you. As a natural result of your home life being chaotic and dysfunctional, you spent most of your childhood at Megumi’s.

You were still girly and feminine, but having a guy best friend meant that you had interests more like his. You both grew up playing games together, sitting in front of the tv into late hours into the night. You were a sore loser. He was always better at any games you two played, like mario kart, fighting games, whatever it was, he was better. This meant you constantly tried to improve your skills; you wanted the satisfaction of making him lose, but you also wanted him to be impressed.

You didn’t quite understand it at the time. Why did you want to impress Megumi? It’s just a game. You brushed it off. Friendly competition never hurt, right?

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Years pass, the same old routine. You coming over to Megumi’s house after school, staying late or sometimes spending the night. His father, Toji, saw you as his own. A daughter he never had.

It was hard after Megumi’s mother passed. Toji was more reserved, more monotonous. It seemed like the vibrancy and color of his soul was dulled. His wife was the one person he truly cared for, who he loved, and who gave meaning to his life. Being a single father of a young boy was rough. He appreciated that you brought joy to his son’s life. He appreciated that, as you grew older, you would help around at his house. Cooking, cleaning, whatever it was, you would help lessen the load on Toji.

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In the middle of your senior year of highschool, tragedy struck the community. Your parents were killed by a drunk driver. It all happened so fast. You feel selfish and would never admit this, but you were sort of relieved. You rarely spent time at home. Your father was an abusive drunk and would target you and your mother. Your mother tried to protect you the best she could. She wanted you to be safe. She was always relieved when you would text or call her saying you were staying at Megumi’s. She trusted that boy and knew he would never be like your father.

You were sad your mother was gone. But at least she now knew peace. A tragic end, yes, but better than watching her be abused by your father.

You started living with Megumi full time. It was already basically your home in the first place, just more official now. You appreciated Toji welcoming you into his home with open arms, letting you live there full time. He was more of a father than your sperm donor parent was.

In return, you cooked and cleaned almost exclusively. You didn’t necessarily mind. You didn’t see it as demeaning, but rather as a way to show your gratitude. Cooking was also a cathartic release for you; it allowed you to remove yourself from tough emotions and focus on the task on hand. And you absolutely loved when people would praise your cooking. Thus, you were constantly trying new recipes and techniques, chasing new flavors.

Toji appreciated you basically taking on the household responsibilities while he worked long hours. He has a provider mindset. He wants to fulfill his role of providing while a woman in his life would take care of the home and enrich his life.

A few times he caught himself being reminded of his wife whenever you would do something for him. Your cooking tasted like home. Your smile and laugh were intoxicating. You had a gentle and kind soul, willing to look past anything for the right person. He felt almost uncomfortable, as if he should not be having thoughts of his late wife when looking at his pseudo-daughter. But he couldn’t help it. He’s a simple man.

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“Good morning, Toji!” You say while something is sizzling in the pan. “I hope you’re feeling something sweet this morning!”

Toji smiles lightly. “What are you making today, little miss chef?”

“French toast!” You turn around to face him, wearing a cute apron and holding the spatula in your hand.

Toji notices the cooking must’ve gotten a bit messy, there was flour on your apron and some powdered on your cheeks. He thought it was insanely adorable.

“I’m excited to try it. Your food never ceases to amaze me.”

Good thing you had already turned back toward the stove, otherwise Toji would have saw the bright red blush creep across your face. “T-thank you… I’m glad you like it. It’s almost done.”

You could feel him watching you from behind. It was different than usual, you felt nervous? You couldn’t possibly know this at the time, but Toji was eyeing you down. Noticing the way your apron is tied around your waist, your ass in your cute shorts, messy hair, it was all perfect to him.

“All done!” You say as you start plating the French toast. “I’m going to go wake Megumi, but please try it while it’s still hot!!” You move to untie your apron, Toji never breaking his gaze on your form.

You walk towards Megumi’s room, approaching the door and knocking. “Heyyy Megs! Breakfast is ready! I know you like sweet food, so I made French toast! Come get it while it’s still hot!”

You don’t hear much behind the door, but your stomach rumbling forces you to go back to the table. You were practically drooling the whole time thinking about how delicious this food was going to be.

You re-enter the dining room and sit across Toji. He’s already started eating, and he looks like he’s enjoying it. You didn’t take him for a sweets for breakfast type of guy, so you ask him “Is it good?”

He looks up at you, and it sends shivers down your spine. “It’s delicious, sweetheart. I’ll eat anything you give me. Anything.” He smirks. He figures that isn’t crossing any lines, just playful banter and teasing. He watches your face turn a bit red as you try and hide it while eating.

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Back in Megumi’s room, he’s slowly waking up. He doesn’t feel well-rested. “Probably due to that weird dream last night”, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t know why his brain chose now of all times to remember the promise you two made to eachother all those years ago. He figures you probably forgot about it; but for him, he can’t get it out his mind.

He shakes his head. “Whatever, I need to get ready.” He will deal with his feelings and emotions later. He remembers you mentioning sweet food and he’s already out the door. His hair is still messy, his pajamas still on.

As Toji moves to pick up his keys and leave for work, Megumi sits down next to you. He takes in the sweet aroma of French toast covered in powdered sugar and fruit. His stomach is painfully growling at this point. He serves himself and takes a bite, absolutely melting in bliss. You always make the best food, and this is no exception.

You watch as he seems excited to eat. He looks absolutely adorable, his emotions on full display as easily as a book can be read. You can tell he’s happy in this moment, and you find yourself smiling, knowing it was you that brought this.

“This is amazing. Thank you, Y/N. Seriously!”

You blush. Compliments and praise feel different from Megumi. They feel genuine and sincere, full of warmth and love.

You finish up and start cleaning. You and Megumi have the same major and a bunch of the same classes, you both need to get ready soon. Megumi gets up to help you clean.

As he stands next to your side, drying dishes as you wash them, he tells you his thoughts. He doesn’t know how to best bring it up. He’s a shy guy, so he goes for the most direct route to get it out as fast as possible. “Y/N, do you remember the promise we made in middle school?” He’s looking down at the sink, awaiting your response.

“Of course Gumi, how could I forget?” You’re slightly teasing him at this point. You were actually surprised that HE would remember that. You wonder why he’s bringing it up, and ask him. “Why?”

Silence follows your question for a few moments. “I’m not sure…. I was just thinking about it.”

Hearing his response makes you blush and your heart beat faster. What does he mean he was thinking about it? He can’t be serious?

“We can talk more about it later. We need to get ready, Y/N.” You’re thankful he gave you an opening to escape this awkward situation. It wasn’t a weird awkward, but more embarrassing than anything.

You keep asking yourself why he would be thinking about it, now of all times. You are starting college now, so you figure now would be the timeframe of the promise in question. But you didn’t think he would be serious about it. You return your room, trying to distract yourself by getting ready.

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Megumi waits for you to finish getting ready in the living room. You exit your room, wearing simple yet cute clothes. Megumi finds it adorable how you can look good in literally anything. Even wearing the simplest outfits, leggings and a t-shirt, and you still look breathtaking. He feels weird again, thinking about his best-friend like this. He’s just simply observing and appreciating good style, right? That’s what he will tell himself.

You and Megumi carpool to campus together. You both say it’s for the environment, but you both know it’s because you absolutely hate driving.

The car ride there is always the same, listening to music together and talking. Since you both have the same classes, you are already study buddies. You’re both excited to keep going to school together.

Megumi listens as you talk about your newest fictional crush obsession. He thinks it’s so adorable how you could talk forever and ever about the things you like. He listens and observes, not wanting to interrupt your sweet voice.

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safe word: evergreen — ivy

in which: seonghwa wants to try something he's never done before, and luckily for you, you're just the person that can help.

pair: sub!seonghwa/dominatrix!afab!reader

word count: 3.8k

content: smut, reader is (much) older, dominatrix, pegging, brief mommy kink, bdsm, sadism, masochism, toys, spanking, handcuffs, milking, completely consensual!

author's note: so several things: thank you @jeolmeunday for requesting age gap!hwa for the 500 event— i might not have done it for the event, but it definitely inspired me greatly so i just had to do it; i have a dominatrix friend who pegged this guy i was seeing once upon a time and just hearing about it from both sides was so yummy to hear i knew i had to write about it at some point, and i've been obsessed w sub!hwa for far too long now so i just wanted to share the love (-: enjoy y'all

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Seonghwa was drunkenly babbling to you. His friend and roommate, Hongjoong, had long abandoned him to try his luck with some of the ladies at another table, leaving the pretty wasted man with you. Normally, you would’ve just told him to fuck off and leave you alone with your tequila pineapple, but you decided not to because he was pretty and he only got prettier the redder his face got. Also, he was talking about your favorite subject: sex.

“I mean,” Seonghwa sighed. “I don’t know… I’ve always wanted to try something new.”

“Like what?”

“Uh, well… So… Uh…”

“Spit it out, pretty boy,” you said with a light chuckle but also slight annoyance.

Seonghwa’s face got the tiniest bit redder— he had a serious case of Asian flush, but your compliment enhanced it all the bit more. That, and he was about to admit something completely embarrassing to him.

“I’m like… Not really able to get it up sometimes… So I wanna try out some stuff…” he mumbled, but you were still able to hear him clearly.

“So what you’re saying is that you want to experiment with what turns you on?”

“Yeah.”

“What’ve you discovered so far?”

“So far? Nothing… I haven’t tried anything yet, but I did read that there’s a place in a guy’s butt that usually… It’s supposed to feel good.”

“You want to try anal?” you asked, excitement starting to prick at your nerves.

“Yeah…”

“Now the question becomes do you want to have sex with a guy?”

“I mean, I’m not opposed… But truthfully, anyone will do… Like… P-p-p…” Seonghwa started struggling to actually spit the words out.

“Pegging?”

“Y-yeah…”

Seonghwa was fully embarrassed by that point— he may have been drunk, but he was still revealing his deepest, darkest desires to a random stranger who was totally judging him. But he did not know that you weren’t judging him at all. No, in fact, you were loving every single second of the interaction.

“Tell you what, pretty boy,” you said, making the man blush all over again. “Here’s my card. Call me, and I’ll let you have your first session for free.”

You slipped him your card, winked, then bid adieu to both him and the bartender. Right before you fully left, though, you ran your fingers through his hair, letting your nails lightly graze his scalp before leaving a fluttering kiss on his exposed temple. Seonghwa fully shivered and got slightly turned on, the blood rushing to his pelvis as you whispered in his ear, “I’ll be waiting for that call, pretty boy.”

Seonghwa was crying, but he was anything but upset. He was being degraded by you, and while he was in pain, he wanted more. He wanted more than he was getting with his face pressed into the plush pillow below him, the blindfold over his eyes keeping him in the dark, the tight clamps pinching his nipples until they turned another color, the uncomfortable rubbing and chafing of the handcuffs on his wrists and ankles, and the cock ring squeezing the base of his length with no mercy. He wanted to cry more, feel more violated, feel more degraded.

And you were going to make that happen. You came up from behind him and rubbed your large, thick strap-on along his ass crack while taking his hard on into your hand. You stroked him slowly and hushed him in his ear, the mans cries turning into mere whimpers.

“Pretty boy, what did mommy say?” you whispered into his ear sensually.

“T-to— Hnngh— St-stay quiet…”

“Then why do you keep making noise?”

You slapped his ass with a semi-firm hand, earning a hiccup from him as his body lurched. He quickly clamped his mouth to keep any more incriminating noises from leaving his soul, then choked out quietly, “I’m sorry, mommy.”

“It’s okay, my pretty boy. Just listen to mommy, and she’ll make you feel good.”

Seonghwa managed a weak nod, his lower lip quivering with excitement. His toes curled when your nails grazed the tip of his cock, and his back arched when he felt you squirt cold lube all over his ass, the strap-on now gliding along his asscrack.

With the assistance of the lube, you sank two fingers into Seonghwa’s tight, little hole. You widened his hole, your fingers spreading inside him as you prepared him for the monster cock you were about to sink into him. Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip hard the more you spread his hole. He relaxed slightly when you withdrew your fingers, giving you the perfect opportunity to shove the strap-on into his pretty little asshole. A loud gasp escaped Seonghwa’s mouth when he felt the cock shove all the way in him, the sound of the slap of your waist against his ass overpowering his noises.

Tears streamed down Seonghwa’s face as he choked back the accumulating moans that accompanied your rough thrusts, and he felt his orgasm building the more the cock moved in and out. It was when you rubbed against his prostate did the man…

Wake up.

Seonghwa blinked sleep out of his eyes as the effects of the dream slipped away from him, confusion filling his brain instead of the horny hormones that once rampaged it. Realization hit him a couple of minutes after he woke up and laid in bed, and with great hesitation, Seonghwa lifted his duvet to confirm the worst.

He had a wet dream. At his age, Seonghwa had a wet dream, and he had a wet dream about the stranger, the woman he met at the bar the previous night.

Luckily for Seonghwa, after he fully awoke, he saw Hongjoong in the kitchen nursing his own hangover, and he saw the business card on the kitchen island.

“Hey, uh, Joong?” Seonghwa asked. “Where’d this come from?”

“Fuck if I know, man,”  Hongjoong groaned. “You’re the one that brought it home.”

“I did?” Seonghwa mumbled half to himself.

He picked up the card and saw only two things on the card: your phone number, and a singular word: EVERGREEN.

To say he was nervous would be an understatement. Seonghwa was practically neurotic. He had called your number and asked to meet with you, and you chose the coffee shop he was sitting in. He got there well ahead of time, definitely adding to his anxiety as he patiently waited for you in silent fear.

Then, you arrived. Seonghwa’s drunken memory didn’t do you justice. You were so fucking gorgeous compared to what his blurry eyes showed him the night he met you. He couldn’t remember what you were wearing that night, but that day, in front of him, you were wearing a grey pencil skirt, a black top with a low cut, and black, knee high boots that made Seonghwa nearly drool, accentuating your body with a beautiful flourish. And when you brought that beautiful body closer to the sitting man with a cup of coffee in hand, he nearly lost his sanity.

“Hey, pretty boy,” you greeted— making him blush furiously— and took a seat in front of him. “I was glad to hear from you.”

“Y-yeah?” Seonghwa nearly bit his tongue, and that too for a word with only one syllable and no harsh noises.

“Yeah. You’re super cute, you know that?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but Seonghwa blushed harder. Clearing his throat, he tried to thwart your very well deserved compliments.

“S-so, your business card…” he started.

“Yeah? What about it?”

“You’re a… A…”

Seonghwa couldn’t bring himself to finish his sentence— he didn’t realize he would have such a hard time saying the word in public.

“A dominatrix? Well, by night, yes. By day, I’m a broker.”

He didn’t think it was possible, but you were impressing him even more with each revealed detail about you.

“Wow…” he breathed out.

“And you’re a singer, right? I think that’s what you told me the other night.”

“Y-yeah, I am.”

“That’s cool,” you nodded and took a sip of your coffee. “Impressive.”

“Th-thank you…”

Not once in his life was he ever this flustered, and it was really getting to him to the point where he could feel himself actually starting to get turned on with just the tiniest amount of praise from someone as beautiful and spectacular as you.

“So, sweetie,” you started explaining. “Here’s the deal. Like I said, your first one is on the house, so you just let me know when—”

“Now,” Seonghwa interrupted, surprising both you and himself.

“Now?!” you choked on your coffee then started laughing. “You’re so eager, aren’t you, pretty boy?”

“I— I mean— I just—”

“You’re so cute, oh God, I just wanna stick you in my pocket,” you continued to giggle. “But, right now, I’m actually on my lunch break. I’ll just text you the address and time. Tonight okay?”

“Yes, please,” Seonghwa replied quickly— the bulge in his pants was only getting tighter.

“Alright, pretty boy. I’ll see you tonight.”

With that, you got up and waved at him slightly before sashaying out of the cafe, making Seonghwa fall in love with even the way you leave. He was smitten, honestly.

Seonghwa didn’t mean to be early, so he waited in his car until it was about two minutes before your agreed upon time. He was nervous, but excited, and all of the emotions swirling in his brain and body was making him either want to fall over or… Fall over. He was seriously losing it.

He waited for almost thirty seconds after ringing the doorbell for you to answer the door— not that he was counting. And the second the door opened, Seonghwa’s jaw dropped to the fucking floor.

Standing before him was you wearing platform heel boots that were even sexier than the ones you had on earlier that day, fishnet stockings, a leather corset that made your bosom pop and shine, and your hair up in a slick, tight ponytail while wielding a riding crop.

“You’re starting to catch flies, pretty boy,” you couldn’t help but laugh. “Come in.”

Seonghwa, doing his very best, snapped out of it and walked into the apartment. You led him to the bedroom— not to be mistaken with your bedroom— with your entire set up. The room was filled with red and purple lights, a black steel frame bed with a canopy and handcuffs all over the frame. Also attached to the frame was a swing, and any flat ledge was decorated with candles. Various toys of various sizes for all genders were lined up on the wall, and Seonghwa couldn’t help but stare at all of them because, dear God, you had so many. And in the corner of the room was another door to the bathroom.

 “Alright, pretty boy,” you walked up right behind Seonghwa and whispered, your lips near his ear, your voice sensual as fuck. “So what I want you to do is go to the bathroom right over there, wash up completely, dry up, and come back here completely naked. Sound good?”

“Y-yes… Um…” Seonghwa audibly struggled— he didn’t know how to refer to you.

“You can call me whatever you’d like, sweetie, since it’s your first time and all.”

“…Ma’am?”

“Whatever tickles your fancy, love.”

With a beet red face, Seonghwa nodded and made his way to the bathroom. He did exactly as you asked, and maybe a little more, before returning to the room to see you sitting on the bed with your legs crossed and your riding crop in hand looking ready to punish. Seonghwa’s dick twitched upon the sight, his body flushing with warmth as he started to get turned on.

“Perfect,” you said as you laid eyes on the beautiful, naked man. “Sit.”

Seonghwa was about to sit on the bed next to you, but immediately stopped when you slapped his thigh with the riding crop.

“On the ground,” you said with the slightest bit of annoyance.

Quickly obeying, Seonghwa knelt before you, his hands on his knees. You took the riding crop and placed it right under his chin, bringing his head up so he would look right at you. You ran it along his jaw and gave him a small smile, a red blush covering his cheeks and nose as you stared him down.

“Let me go over some ground rules for today’s session,” you started. “I’m going to be very tame with you, meaning I won’t call you names, I won’t actually inflict pain— I just want you to get a feel for this because if this isn’t your thing, I don’t want to push you too far. With me so far?”

The man responded with a singular nod.

“The safe word is evergreen. It will always and forever be evergreen, okay?”

Another nod.

“We’ll start simple today. You wanted someone to peg you, right? We’ll do that.”

“U-um, ma’am?

“Yes, Seonghwa?”

That was the first time you uttered his name and didn’t call him a nickname— Seonghwa was smitten all over again, and he began blushing like crazy.

“C-could you also, um…” he mumbled.

“Speak louder, sweetie. What do you want?”

“Could you also spank me?” he asked with a little more confidence.

“Of course, pretty boy,” you couldn’t help but giggle. “Anything you want.”

“A-and! And could you maybe… Handcuff me?”

“Okay, how about you tell me what you don’t want to do.”

“I want to do it all.”

You laughed loudly— Seonghwa’s enthusiasm was refreshing and honestly super cute. He was staring up at you with the biggest, most sparkly eyes, and it took everything in you to keep yourself from grabbing his beautiful face and leaving kisses all over it.

Seonghwa, meanwhile, was even more infatuated with you and your style and your laugh— the more he got to know you, the more in love he fell.

“I’ll only do so much today, okay? Alright, pretty boy. Get up, stand right here, and bend over.”

You got off the bed and gestured for him to replace your spot. Doing exactly as you asked, Seonghwa felt the excitement rise within him as his arms pressed down on the bench that was part of what he could only describe as a playset.

After Seonghwa got fully situated, you stood behind him and hooked your ankle with his before spreading his legs. You cuffed his ankles to the legs of the bench then took another pair of cuffs and handcuffed him behind his back. Once everything was secure in place, you pulled his head back and brushed your lips against his ear.

“Remember, the safe word is evergreen.”

Without waiting for a response, you grabbed lube from one of the shelves on the wall and squirted a good amount onto his ass— just like you did in his wet dream about you. And you fingered him, just like you did in his wet dream. The feeling, though, was definitely not like what he was expecting in his dream. In fact, it felt was more amazing to the pointed that he moaned loudly.

Meanwhile, you were surprised because your finger slipped in way easier than it should’ve.

“Did you loosen yourself up for me already, pretty boy?”

“Y-yes, ma’am,” he admitted— not going to lie, he was kind of scared that it was going to hurt if he didn’t try it himself first.

“What a good boy.”

Fuck. Seonghwa loved hearing that from your pretty lips.

“You’re so nice and loose for me. I love it,” you continued.

You grabbed his ass and squeezed tightly, Seonghwa’s body flinching upon the feeling, his ears immediately turning bright red. You leaned over his body and whispered in his ear, You’ve got such a nice body, Seonghwa. I want to absolutely wreck it.”

“Please do, ma’am.”

Immediately, you spanked his ass, the sound resonating in the room along with a sonorous moan from the naked man bending and spreading before you.

“You want more of that?” you asked, not that you had to based off his reaction.

“Y-yes, please!”

And so, you spanked him again, but this time with the riding crop. Seonghwa’s ass stung, but he was loving it, which you could definitely tell thanks the moans that left his lungs with every slap. You spanked him over and over again, each impact stronger than the last. Seonghwa’s tongue hung out of his mouth, and he was beginning to drool on the table, his lips curling into a half-smile. He was absolutely loving this, and you had yet to do anything but spank him.

“You’re a complete masochist, pretty boy. Did you know that?”

“Now I know,” Seonghwa breathed out blissfully.

“Mmm, yes. God, I just want to eat you up. You’re such a fucking cutie.”

You stopped spanking him and disappeared for half a second to grab the strap-on before returning to the man. You ran your hands from his shoulders down to his waist, causing him to twitch as your every touch. He was so unbelievably turned on, and he only got more turned on when you spread his ass cheeks wide.

“You remember the safe word, right?” you asked him, your voice nearly purring.

“Evergreen.”

“Good boy.”

Rubbing the strap-on along his ass crack, you stuck your two pointer fingers into his hole and stretched him open. Once you got him as relaxed and open as you needed him to be, you shoved the cock into his asshole.

Seonghwa flung his head back and let out a choking moan, his whole body reacting to being filled up by you. You watched him breathe heavily, spit trickling down the corners of his mouth, and you observed his red, hard, angry cock trickle out pre-cum rapidly. You pulled out slightly then thrust suddenly into him once more, cum immediately spurting out and covering the hardwood floor below the bench, and he only came more with one more thrust, then another.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Seonghwa cried and whimpered, his entire body shaking as cum leaked from him uncontrollably.

You wanted to tease him, but in the same breath, you also wanted to see how much more you could milk out of him just by fucking him roughly from behind. So, holding onto his waist, your fingers digging into his soft skin, you fucked him hard. Your hips rammed into his and made the whole bench move as you fucked him relentlessly, his groans and cries filling up the room.

“M-Ma’am,” Seonghwa whined in between his loud moans and whimpers. “T-too good!”

“You like that, pretty boy?” you asked. “You want more?”

Seonghwa could barely respond. He could only nod. He whimpered loudly when you pulled out, his legs trembling when your strap-on rubbed against his prostate so perfectly to the point where he came again. Crying and panting, he completely collapsed on the bench. As he laid there and tried to catch his breath, you worked on freeing him from the cuffs. The cuffs fell to the ground as you tossed them aside before patting his ass lightly.

“Seonghwa, turn around for me,” you whispered sultrily.

“Ye— Hic!— Yes ma’am,” Seonghwa hiccuped.

Doing as you asked, the man stood up on his wobbly legs and turned for you, his back pressing against bench. You ran your hands up his thighs and rested them on his waist while bringing your lips to his but not kissing him— not quite yet. You brushed your lips against his pout and teased him lightly, your strap-on rubbing along his hard-on in the process.

“Would you like me to kiss you, pretty boy?” you breathed out.

“Yes…” Seonghwa responded breathily. “Yes, please.”

Seonghwa tasted exactly how you expected him to: sweet and desperate. His shaking hand found its way to your hair and held the back of your head as if he was clinging to the remaining shreds of his sanity as you locked lips passionately. He let quiet moans of desire slip from his lips the more you kissed him, willing you to cup the underside of this thigh and bring his leg up so that it wrapped around your waist.

Positioning the strap-on, you teased his hole before suddenly thrusting up harshly, Seonghwa choking out a moan of sweet bliss as you did so. His grasp on your hair got tighter, and his knuckles nearly turned white as he gripped the bench.

With one hand planted firmly on his on his waist, your other hand started stroking his cock, the quivering tip leaking out more white. In between kisses, Seonghwa let out little grunts and moans as he tried desperately to keep himself from cumming again, but when your hand went a little further and massaged his balls, his cum spurt upwards, decorating his bare chest and your slutty lingerie.

Next thing he knew, Seonghwa’s back was pressed into the soft mattress of the bed in the room, your silicone cock deep inside him. You squeezed and pinched various parts of his body as you thrust slowly but deeply, the man’s body shivering with excitement at your every move. He had cum so many times by that point that his cum was near clear, but he was still horny and lusting for you. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head as he shuddered and came once more, his hands reaching backwards for the pillows so he could dig his nails into the sheets.

Honestly, you’d never been exhausted like this before. You’d had plenty of clients who had tapped out after cumming three measly times, but Seonghwa seemed to keep wanting to go even though he was cumming to the point where nothing seemed to come out anymore, yet he came yet again when you completely pulled out of him and sat above him, your knees straddling him.

“Look at you all fucked out under me, pretty boy,” you cooed as you tucked his sweaty locks behind his ear. “You don’t have anything left in the bank, but you still want me to rail you?”

“P-Please,” Seonghwa murmured. “F-Feels so… So good…”

“Seonghwa, darling, if I fuck you any more, you won’t be able to walk out of here.”

“Then… Fuck me again…”

“Again?”

You chuckled and laid alongside him, your arms wrapping around him as you brought him into your chest. He buried his nose in your cleavage and took a deep, satisfying breath of your bosom.

“Not today… But another day,” he mumbled shyly, his face still hidden from your view.

Cupping his cheek, you brought his head up so you could look into his bleak yet blissful half-lidded eyes, a cute little smile resting on his lips. You kissed his forehead and smoothed out his hair, the man hugging you closer in response.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Seonghwa continued softly. “What’re your rates?”

“For you, pretty boy? Free,” you answered definitively. “Just don’t find another bitch who’ll fuck you, and I’ll always be yours.”

“Don’t worry about that. You’re the only one I need.”

[everparanoid]

Fic: The Pleasure, The Privilege is Mine

Wriothesley x Female Opera Singer! Reader

Rating: 18+

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 31K

tags: fluff, smut, angst

cw: demiromantic!reader, Opera singer! Reader, Reader Has a Hydro Vision, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Fontaine is lowkey France, Spoiler for 4.2 archon quest, Mentioned Neuvillette, Mentioned Navia, Mentioned Clorinde, AFAB! Reader, fem! reader, PWP, Angst, Angst and Romance, Minor Original Character(s), Post-Canon, Mentioned Charlotte, Hate Sex, Friends With Benefits, acquaintances with benefits, Body Worship, Biting, No use of y/n, Minor Clorinde/Navia, Cunnilingus, Light Masochism, Light Sadism, Shower Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, reader is bad at feelings, Choking, Furina is a good friend, rude reporters, Wriothesley is Bad at Feelings, wriothesley is good at feelings too though, Dom/sub Play, Written before Chevreuse Release, Mentioned Chevreuse, Mentioned Kaveh, Slow Burn, Reader-Insert, Reader is Not Traveler

“Have you heard the rumours?” A woman in a perfectly tailored emerald dress said, holding her lace fan up to her mercury-laden painted face. “What rumours?” Another lady asked. She had what looked like a giant peacock feather pocking out of a headpiece she called a hat.  You could only assume she’d had it specially made for the occasion of looking busy doing absolutely nothing. “Rumour has it the duke is in love."

In which: You are an opera singer who doesn't like the spotlight and Wriothesley is being a bit too careless with his visits.

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Chapters: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4

status: Completed

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[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟐𝟐. 𝐥𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞

“Each of us is born with a box of matches inside us, but we can't strike them all by ourselves.” ― Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate

KINKTOBER 23' | 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓* | AO3

*this fic is in media res

wc— 6.3k

pairing— yandere!dom!gn!reader x defected!sub!getou

cws/tags— dead dove: do not eat, yandere/darling dynamic, erotomania, dubcon, mind break, restraints (ropes — shibari), death threats, bodily harm threats, gaslighting/manipulation, heavy sadism/masochism, knife play, manhandling, pain play (scratching + hair pulling), humiliation, dacryphilia + drool, spit as lube, handjob, edging, suguru fantasises about fucking you, frottage, cumming untouched, praise, pet names: “(my) darling” + “good boy”, dialogue-heavy

You stalked over to Suguru, taking the knife out of the back of your shoe, the embodiment of jealous fervour. Your fingers tightened around the knot of ropes at the centre of his shoulder blades, tugging him upright. He heaved and gasped, his face contorting in a mix of fear and confusion when he spotted the gleaming blade in your hand.

"What?! W-What are you doing?!" Panic laced his voice, evident in the wide-eyed terror that flickered across his expression. 

Who would protect his loved ones? His body tensed, arms and legs twitching, desperate to escape the impending threat. What would happen to them if he couldn't endure whatever ordeal awaited him? Imminent danger materialised with the knife in your hand. Some type of torture? Did that mean you were going to kill him? The room closed in. He had people to save, damn it!

"Where the fuck is it, Suguru?"

“I don’t understand,” he muttered, shaking his head.

Your initial chuckle morphed into a peal of chilling laughter, your head swaying on your shoulders. Your lip trembled as you screeched, "Where the hell is it, my one and only?!" 

Your chest heaved and your blood coursed hotly through your veins like lit gasoline, fueling your temper. The air, hot and suffocating, rushed in and out of your lungs, each exhale a smouldering release.

Where could it be? The words, the tattoo, the declaration? Was the man before you truly your one and only? Was he the illustrious figure you had adored from the shadows all these years? The questions echoed in the caverns of your mind, each reverberation stoking the flames of your incendiary anger.

Inhale. The air, thick and acrid, seared your throat as it surged through you. Your chest expanded with the intensity of a furnace.

No, there had to be a reasonable explanation. Suguru would never willingly choose this. He loved you; he had always loved you. Conviction burned in your thoughts, a desperate attempt to anchor yourself in the belief. The man bound before you was your cherished one. He had to be.

Exhale. A low growl escaped your lips, flames licking at the edges of your composure. Beads formed on your brow and palms, glistening like molten droplets.

It was probably that damned cult of his, wasn’t it? They were jealous, coveting him for themselves. They had stolen him from you, tearing him away from the love and devotion he owed you.

Yet, like fire, jealousy can both illuminate and destroy.

Your fingers trembled uncontrollably as they clutched the knife, the cold steel vibrating. The hilt felt slick in your grasp. The cool reality of the blade danced with the reflected light of the candles in the room, an undulating promise of searing pain.

Kneeling directly in front of Suguru, your armed hand reached around him, the knife a menacing punctuation madness. Your gaze bore into his eyes with a ferocious intensity, a frenzied stare.

His face contorted. Wide eyes were saucers of panic, pupils dilated to the brink as if attempting to swallow the horror of it all. Sweat adorned his furrowed forehead, shining like dew. His complexion drained of colour, leaving behind a pallor that starkly contrasted with the usual warmth of his skin. The lines of his face, once familiar and composed, now distorted into a twisted mask. 

His mouth hung agape, a silent scream frozen on his lips. Tremors shook his body, his jaw clenched, muscles poised to flee—though you both knew he couldn’t. Every nerve was on edge, a single touch could shatter the fragile equilibrium that barely held him together.

As you held the knife, its cold blade a chilling presence, you gently dragged the back of it along his left forearm, tracing a path of distress up to his elbow. The metallic edge left a faint trail against his skin.

"I can't let anyone else have you, Suguru," you murmured.

It sent a chill down Suguru's spine, the sensation racing through his veins, setting his pulse ablaze. The soft touch, though hauntingly gentle, was enough to provoke his Adam’s apple to bob nervously. A cold sweat broke out down his back, beads of anxiety clinging to his skin, as your blade traced a perilous path, a few inches away from the delicate network of his veins.

"Don't..." he managed to whisper, his voice trembling, a plea that hung in the air like a fragile thread. Tears brimmed at the edges, and an involuntary stillness overcame his legs.

His mind raced, an anxious torrent of thoughts attempting to strategise, to find a way to escape the impending threat. The ropes, however, proved an insurmountable obstacle, binding him in cruel proximity.

“I love you.”

"Please..." he begged softly, his voice a desperate entreaty. His eyes remained fixed on the glinting blade.

The flat of the blade dragged along Suguru's bicep, a chilling sensation that sent shivers through his entire being. As you continued, the cool metal skimmed his collarbones, leaving a trail of cold dread in its wake. 

"Ah, ah, hah..." he bit down on his lip at the acute discomfort of the blade. 

Goosebumps erupted across his flesh. With each touch, his body reacted as if the very air around him had turned icy. His trembling and shivering became more pronounced under the merciless blade. Suguru's instincts begged him to scream, to resist, but his body, held captive by the ropes and paralysed by fear, fought against the primal urge. His eyes met yours with an expression of utter helplessness. He felt a desperate yearning for release, a desire to break free from the nightmarish reality that enveloped him.

"You're mine, okay? Maybe I'll make you match with me right... here," you murmured—a haunting promise.

The blade traced a perilous path, inching towards the area where his heart rested beneath his left pec. His heaving chest forced itself to still, a desperate attempt to avoid any accidental harm as the blade hovered over the epicentre of his being—his heart.

A helpless horror painted his features as he stared at your hand, left frozen in shock, a captive audience to the cruel drama. His body remained unnaturally still. He couldn't move. He couldn't say a word. He couldn't do a damn thing. Any motion, even the slightest twitch, threatened to turn this nightmarish ordeal into a self-inflicted tragedy.

"Or maybe..."

As you moved the blade with deliberate intent, dragging it inches from his skin and his pounding heart, Suguru's body betrayed him. The tip traced a sinister path along Suguru's abdomen, the cold steel scratching his skin but not breaking it. Shiny with sweat, his abdominal muscles twitched involuntarily in response to the metal.

A gasp of distress escaped his lips as the blade brushed against his skin, tickling every nerve ending and sending a sharp pang shooting up to his stomach. The heat emanating from the spot where the blade had touched created an acute awareness of the vulnerability of his soft, pale skin. A thin red line marked the path of the shallow scratch, not even enough to bleed. If he bled, would you be satisfied?

Down his hip bone you pressed the entirety of the flat, cold steel against the plushness of his thigh.

"Maybe here."

His body, already fraught with tension, tensed further at the sensation. The flat against his thigh felt like an icy brand. Suguru's hands shook uncontrollably, his entire being trembling in response to the cruel caress. Eyes, fearful and pleading, darted between your face and the blade. He waited for the anticipated moment of pain that never came.

"You... Please..." he whispered, on the precipice of breaking.

You, however, continued to stroke the inside of his thigh with the blade, a cruel tease. "It would look good carved right here.”

A sharp gasp escaped him as he felt the tingle of the blade running across the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. The sensation, a mix of fear and an unexpected wave of arousal, caught him off guard. He pressed his lips together, attempting to stifle any involuntary sounds that might betray the tumult within; but a soft moan escaped Suguru.

"Please…” he begged again, a fragile thread holding on to the remnants of composure, of pride. 

You licked your lips, your gaze fixed on the spot where the blade of the knife pressed against his inner thigh, a visual of the precarious balance between torment and perverse desire.

"You want me to be yours... permanently, right? You want me to be your soulmate, your forever—right?" he began, his voice a delicate balance of persuasion and vulnerability. His mind raced with the urgency of finding a way out of this hell.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eyes, his gaze anxious as it fixated on the weapon pressed against his thigh.

"What if you can have me in a—in a different way? What if we can have something no other sorcere—no other couple can have?" he whispered, the desperation palpable in his voice. The air seemed charged with the weight of his plea as he attempted to navigate a fragile path between surrender and a desperate attempt at negotiation.

"And that is?" you inquired, a sudden brightness in your eyes catching Suguru off guard. He gave you a wobbly smile, his heart racing in his chest.

"I'll let you have me. In every way possible.” 

"Have you?" a shiver ran down his spine, his eyes on yours, searching for any sign of mercy or understanding. "I wanted to take my time with you, Suguru..." you sighed, your gaze dropping to the knife. 

"Please... I-I want you to have me," Suguru said, an unsettling desire that clouded his thoughts. "Please."

His body, restrained by ropes and paralyzed by fear, yearned to move, to escape the impending danger, but it remained frozen in place. A darker desire rendered him powerless.

"Please! I'll be good for you. I'll be good for you, I swear..." Suguru's desperate entreaty hung in the air.

You hummed contemplatively, your gaze appraising Suguru as he desperately sought a way out of the impending torment. "How?" 

A flicker of realisation brightened Suguru's eyes, a glimmer of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. "There's a way you can keep me without having to—that," he began, his voice shaking but now laced with a newfound confidence. "You can mark me as your own. You can mark me as yours and keep me by your side..." he whispered, his eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his plea echoing in the room.

“How?” 

He remained silent for a moment, pride warring with desperation. Suguru bit down on his lip, his mind a chaotic whirlwind of words he yearned to say but hesitated to voice. The weight of the unspoken hung in the air, an unrelenting pressure pushing him toward disclosure.

"Touch me.”

For a moment, Suguru was left breathless, his admission hanging in the air like a cloud of uncertainty. He had said anything to make you drop the knife, to replace the impending pain with a different kind of surrender.

"Isn't it too soon? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for the moment to make you… I wanted it to be perfect.”

In response, Suguru laughed—a genuine sound that echoed in the room, a laughter he hadn't experienced in a long time. A laughter that betrayed the nervous undercurrent beneath the surface, a way to mask uncertainty. The thought of it being a nervous laughter didn't cross your mind, the genuine tone seemingly validating the moment.

That laughter quickly transformed into a smile, the genuine expression playing on his features. Your eyebrows raised inquisitively, observing the way he spoke convincingly about being ready for you.

"Not at all," he whispered, his voice carrying a confidence that contradicted the vulnerability in his eyes. A millionaire smile adorned his face, a façade—the world was, indeed, perfect in that moment.

The handle of the knife in your grip felt unyielding, your knuckles pale from the force with which you held it. Slowly, you leaned your face toward Suguru, your gaze fixated on his lips. A slight tremor ran through you.

Suguru's eyes widened as he observed your approach, the blade pressed against him momentarily slipping from his consciousness. You were so close now, the minimal space between you diminishing further. His eyes fluttered shut, lips parting as his breath caught in his throat.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

The kiss was hesitant and nervous on your end, the palpable tension between you vibrating with adrenaline and a barely suppressed need. As you went to pull away, Suguru deepened the kiss. A quiet moan escaped you into his mouth, and in that moment, the knife slipped from your grip, clattering with relief to the floor. Pleasure swept through him, and any fear he had of the blade was momentarily forgotten. Seizing the opportunity, he took advantage of your distraction, deepening the kiss again with an eager moan.

Your lips met his, tongues finding their place together as the two of you kissed with abandon. Pleasure surged through Suguru as your arms went around his neck, holding him close in a passionate embrace. You cradled his cheeks in your hands instead, even as he stayed tied up. You pushed your tongue greedily into his mouth, and one of your hands laced into his hair, tugging it by the roots gently. 

When your tongue entered his mouth, his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. His body tensed and flexed against the ropes, instinctively rebelling to try and reach you. He moaned softly into your mouth, his hands shaking against the ropes that keep him restrained.

The kiss left both of you panting and trembling, desire and anticipation thick in the air. You broke the kiss, pressing your forehead against Suguru's, locking eyes with him. His gaze, hungry with longing, met yours.

"You..." you started, and Suguru swallowed thickly.

"You look so... Beautiful..." he murmured, his voice breathless and sincere, even if the sincerity was part of the act.

You chuckled airily. Open-mouthed kisses peppered his skin, and he responded with a breathy groan. Starting near his chin and making your way to the base where his ear met his neck, you bit down lightly, running your tongue over the sensitive skin. Suguru gasped, his head angled by the tug of his hair, your other hand gripping the ropes on his chest.

Straining against the ropes, his back arched like a taut bowstring, the bindings leaving indents that promised to bloom into bruises with the back-and-forth torment. With his hair pulled at a different angle, his gaze turned upward to meet yours, the height difference accentuated in this vulnerable state. Hungry eyes watched your every move, his mouth half-open, each inhale catching in his throat.

Your kisses and marks trailed along his neck, the tugs on his hair and the scratches of your nails against his scalp sending shivers down his spine. The hand on his chest ventured down his abdomen, tracing circles against one of his Adonis lines, a teasing touch that further heightened his arousal.

The familiar ache between his thighs pulsed with intensity, a relentless reminder of the desire that simmered. A yearning plea lingered in the air as he pressed himself closer to you, the heat of his breath mingling with the anticipation of your every exhale. He took a deep breath, his racing thoughts hidden behind closed eyes. A silent prayer echoed in the quiet recesses of his mind, a fervent hope that you would attend to the ever-hardening cock that strained to feel you.  

Shivers ran through his body as your nails scratched against his skin, a hint of pain mingling with the pleasure to keep him hooked. The ropes dug deeper into his skin, leaving red, painful marks across his back, chest, and shoulder blades. He squirmed, his skin begging for more.

"Ah…!" Suguru let out a half-moan, half-gasp. "T-That... That feels good..."

"You're mine," you mumbled against Suguru's throat before lightly biting it. 

A whimper escaped him, his body writhing against the bindings that held him captive. His arms were securely tied, leaving him unable to touch himself or you, but the sensation of your teeth against his skin, against his neck, was enough to elicit a response.

"Fuck... I'm yours..." Suguru mumbled, his eyes closed. There was no room for any other response; he was yours, willingly or not.

"You're safe with me," you reassured, kissing along his collarbones. 

His eyes flickered open briefly, only to close again as he noticed the tight grip of your hand in his hair. The pain, a sharp contrast to the pleasure, mingled in a way that seemed to deepen his surrender. The hand massaging his thighs made him squirm, his back arching to intensify the sensation of the ropes against his skin.

"W-Woah, easy on the hair," he muttered out of breath, a plea laced with both discomfort and a desperate need for your touch. 

You pulled back, narrowing your eyes and arching a brow. "What was that?"

Suguru whimpered softly, the fear rushing back as your fingers remained entwined in his hair, the tightness starting to border on pain. Swallowing thickly, his eyes opened slowly, his heart pounding with the resurgence of apprehension.

"N-Nothing... Nothing at all," he stammered, nervously avoiding your gaze. "I like it when you pull my hair... I like it really—really hard," he added.

A smirk played on your lips as you tugged his hair, bringing his face closer. "Good boy. I know you can take it, because you're strong, aren't you?" you cooed.

"Y-Yes... I'm strong..." Suguru whispered, gritting his teeth, attempting to hide the pain behind those words. He tried to muster a confident smile. Swallowing thickly, he nodded, lying. "I can take it," he whispered, his expression a mosaic of hurt, arousal, fear. "Yeah... I'm a good boy..." he continued, the words laced with a plea for reassurance. "I can take it... I-I can..."

You smiled approvingly and leaned in, kissing Suguru so softly that a moan escaped him, his eyes closing in bliss. The kisses were sweet and tender, carrying an addictive quality that seemed to erase the pain in his hair, replacing it with pure, unbridled pleasure.

In contrast to the softness of your kisses, your hand in his hair maintained its tight grip, a silent assertion of control. The other hand on his thigh sank its nails into the plush flesh, a sensation that brought a sharp intake of breath. The pain, though evident, seemed to intertwine seamlessly with the pleasure of your kisses. Suguru hesitated to voice any discomfort, reluctant to ask you to stop when the pleasure seemed to outweigh the pain.

Suguru was acutely aware of the pre-cum, a testament to the relentless ache that pulsed through his throbbing dick. The warm, wet stickiness coated him, and his fingers twitched to wrap around it just for some relief. His mind painted vivid fantasies where it wasn't his own skin but yours, where the pre-cum painted your skin with the rawness of his desire. The yearning for a deeper physicality clawed at him—your skin flushed against his.

A need that pulsed through him, a need that he found challenging to express: he needed you—needed you desperately, damn it.

A whimper escaped him as your touch lingered on his thigh, the pressure from your fingernails digging deeper. "Oh, God..." he whispered softly, his lips trembling slightly but still yearning for more of your touch. 

You pulled back, allowing your hand to fall from Suguru's hair, and instead, you tucked some of his long, silky black strands behind his ears, your hand lingering around the rope on his shoulder. Both of you were breathing heavily, and as you sat back a little, you admired the sight before you.

"You're gorgeous like this, darling,” you remarked, your voice laced with a mix of satisfaction and admiration.

A shiver rolled down Suguru's spine when you pulled away, his eyes slowly opening. He stared back at you with admiration, his gaze flickering down to your hand around the rope as you tucked your hair behind his ears. His breathing stilled, chest slowly rising and falling as he absorbed the sight of you appreciating him. The moment, however, took a sharp turn when your hand pulled away, and his expression shifted from admiration to fear as you drew close to the rope.

"P-Please!"

"Please?" you teased, a smile playing on your lips. Your nails dug into his thigh again, and you pulled, leaving deep, raw scratches.

He yelped and whimpered at the sharp sting, his whole body shivering at the feeling of your fingernails digging into his thigh and pulling. He whined and squirmed in his constraints, the ropes biting into his wrists, torso, and legs. Despite the discomfort, he had no choice but to endure.

"Please, I'll do anything!" he begged, his eyes wide and breath catching in his throat.

You raised your eyebrows, a playful smile on your lips. "Oh, I'm sure you will. Because you love me, don't you?" 

Your hand on his thigh gently stroked the fresh scratches, a soothing touch that blurred the lines between pain and pleasure. Suguru's breath hitched, and his mind, clouded by desire, struggled to discern whether he wanted to run away.

"Yeah..." he whispered, closing his eyes once more. "I do... I do." 

A part of him still yearned to break free, but the fear and anxiety of losing your touch overrode that desire. It was less about escaping and more about staying by your side, ensnared.

You lifted your hand off his thigh, wetting your lips before spitting into your palm. The sudden shock of your spit-slicked hand wrapping around his needy dick made Suguru's body stiffen. Despite the initial shock, the sensation felt undeniably good, and the movement of your fingers made him squirm in both fear and pleasure. His eyes darted between your face and your hand, his breath catching in his throat. Each stroke and pull like a drug, addictive and consuming. Biting his lips furiously, Suguru's face flushed crimson. His face twitched with anxiety, yet his entire body trembled with pleasure.

As the pace of your hand quickened, he keened and whimpered, unable to articulate a coherent response. "Is that how you like it, darling?" 

Suguru attempted to form words, but all that escaped were high-pitched whines. His teeth seemed practically glued together as another whimper slipped from his throat, his bound hands pulling on the ropes in a desperate attempt to get closer to you.

"Does that feel good? Yeah?" you teased, chuckling and watching his expressions in awe. “Aw, cute… I can feel it twitching.”

"It's so... M’so… Hah, fuck…"

His words failed him. He couldn't even form a sentence. The touch of your hand between his thigh was pure pleasure, and he was unable to keep himself composed. His hands were still pulling on the ropes against his arms, wanting more—so much more. His hips, driven by his muscles flexing and tensing in fervent and rhythmic thirst, pressed against you insistently. Suguru's breath, once controlled, now grew increasingly irregular, as he whined between gasps.

"Please... S-so good," he groaned in frustration. "Oh, please, fuck, I need to… Need to–"

“Yeah? What is it, darling?”

He nodded frantically, his ability to articulate lost in the whirlwind of moans and whines escaping his lips. The sensations between his thighs, guided expertly by your hand, were undeniably addictive. His hips rocked in response, a desperate rhythm that mirrored the instinctive urgency of his body, pushing into your touch with fervent desire.

As your lips met his, Suguru melted into the kiss, every nerve in his body ablaze by the sensation. The rhythmic movements of his hips intensified, a testament to the depth of his longing. Each kiss drew out desperate whimpers, his body writhing in pleasure. Yet, beneath the surface, a palpable tension hinted at the intense need he harboured.

He could envision it—the way he would fill every inch of you, the intoxicating stretch that would make your body slick with sweat. The sounds—the hitch in your breath, the loud moans escaping your lips as pleasure surged through both of you. Your legs would wrap around his waist, craving him closer, more deeply. He would moan, his cock twitching inside you, a testament to the exquisite torture of the denial. Yet even in fantasy, you would smile at him wickedly, using him all for yourself.

You felt the rhythm of his movements, the desperation evident in how roughly he fucked your hand, and you knew the depth of his arousal. Breaking the kiss, you murmured, "You close?" into his mouth.

A wave of pleasure swept through Suguru's body as your whispered words hung in the air. His attempts to speak were stifled by the overwhelming sensations, reduced to a series of groans and gasps. His eyes remained tightly shut, lips trembling, and his chest heaved with each shallow breath.

His hips, driven by instinctive urgency, pushed into the air, need pulsing through him. His cock stood flushed, dripping, and achingly hard, the anticipation etched into every twitch.

Your actions, guided by a blend of desire and control, only deepened his yearning. The precum drooled from his slit, messy and exactly how you liked it. Your saliva-slicked hand teased and pumped him, each movement accompanied by an embarrassingly loud wet sound that resonated with his whimpers.

Just before he could cum, you withdrew your hand, and his body quivered in response, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand. The abrupt absence of your touch left him gasping for breath, words caught in the throes of long-gone ecstasy. His eyes fluttered open as you pulled away, panic contorting his face. 

"No, no, please…! Please don't..." he whispered, his plea hanging in the air as he longed for the return of the sensation that had brought him so close to release.

As you pressed your lips against his, a surge of warmth radiated through the touch, your fingers coiled around the taut rope of his shoulder, the lit fuses of lust. The conflict made him beautiful—a part of him, a mere whisper amid the cacophony, yearned to resist, to reclaim control. Yet, that struggle was seared away by the overwhelming touch, by the overwhelming you, making resistance a distant and feeble notion. The texture of the rough fibres kept him tethered to the intensity of the kiss, a dance of lips and tongues that became him.

Your teeth sank into his bottom lip; his response was visceral—a loud, involuntary moan—the sound of surrender. His lower lip quivered beneath the sharp pressure, a tangible sign of the white-hot desire surging through his veins. His surrender, the white flag, was taken into your heated hands and scorched to black, to lust. With closed eyes, his world narrowed to the victor, to you.

Breaking the kiss, a glistening strand of saliva lingered, connecting your parted mouths. With a mischievous smile, your hand rose, and your thumb found its place in his parted lips. The wet heat enveloped your digit, his tongue swirling sensuously around it. His eyes, heavy-lidded with arousal, met yours. A groan hung in the air, caught in the rawness of his throat as he eagerly sucked on your offered digit, his tongue curling around it.

"I wanna… Mmmf…! I wanna..." His voice, laced with restrained desire, faltered as he bit down on your thumb, the words teetering on the edge of a plea. "More, more..."

You leaned in, your face tantalisingly close to his, a playful smile dancing on your lips. "More, huh?"

Withdrawing your thumb from his heated mouth, you directed your attention lower, teasingly inching it between his legs once again. The soft pad of your thumb, a gentle torment, caressed the sensitive contours of his length, drawing circles on the leaking head, smearing pre from the slit along the prominent vein of his shaft. He let out a strangled moan, his hips involuntarily frotting into your hand as he gasped for air, unable to respond beyond the primal sounds escaping him. His body shook and his hips bucked desperately.

The hand wrapped around the ropes tugged him nearer, and you rested your forehead against his, the candlelight flickering in the inky black depths of his eyes like a torch in the night.

"You're beautiful," you whispered, “You’re mine.” 

Blushing under the weight of your words, his eyes widened. Your breath, a sweet and intoxicating scent, mingled with his. He shuddered, a soft whimper escaping him. Desperate to contain the rising chorus of pleasure, he bit down on his lower lip, the delicate dance of pleasure and restraint evident in the way his hips instinctively rocked. His body trembled under the tender torment of your touch.

"Please," he begged, soft and needy.

"Tell me that I'm the only one for you, the only one to make you feel this way," you murmured, a sly smile playing on your lips.

His brow furrowed with the exertion of pleasure. Your words, a catalyst of praise and affection, wielded a power that rendered resistance incapable. His attempt to deny, to resist your influence, was a futile battle:

"You're... You're the only one," he whispered, surrendering to the truth. 

His eyes fluttered shut, teeth gritted, and his hips moved with an urgency that betrayed the depth of his craving. Each thrust forward sought the contact that momentarily eluded him, and a plaintive whine escaped when your touch lingered just out of reach.

“Tell me you want me."

"I... Oh, God, I want you. I want you so much right now. Need you so fucking badly right now."

His admission trembled through the charged air, a declaration of desire that hung heavy between you. His body quivered, and he clamped down on his lips, a valiant effort to withhold further vulnerability. Yet, the pull of your tease and touch unfurled the neediest corners of his soul, a rekindled lust that had nearly withered in the grip of isolation.

"Please…! Please touch me... Please, please touch me again..." 

Your question hung in the air, a subtle challenge:

"You feel this?" 

The room echoed with a ravenous moan as your hand reached down, cupping Suguru's balls. If the intensity wasn't overwhelming enough, you chose that precise moment to massage his ballsack between your fingers—swollen and heavy with cum, aching to be released. The sudden, deliberate contact jolted him into a realm of heightened sensations, his eyes snapping open to reveal the surrender etched across his face under the spell of your grip.

No words found refuge on his tongue, eclipsed by a primal symphony of moans and the hungry, needy whispers that escaped his parted lips in response to your touch.

"Please..." A quiet whimper, a plea, an admission of craving.

"This is mine now, alright?" you declared, asserting yourself with a subtle squeeze.

Wide-eyed, breath caught in his throat, he found himself ensnared in a web of possession. Your grip, both firm and tight, elicited a soft whimper, his hips instinctively pushing into the touch, yearning for more. The declaration wrapped around him,the reply spilt from him, a desperate cascade of surrender and longing—a willing captive to the depths of your lust:

"Y-Yeah... Y-Yours, fuck…! Oh, God, yours. Your touch is mine, yours... Just yours... Only yours, I want you, need you..." 

Your words, a melodic coo, dripped with a seductive assurance. "So obedient, you're learning.”

As your touch found a firm rhythm, a seismic shift surged through him. His body, a canvas for the symphony of pleasure, responded with unrestrained fervour. Fingers curled tightly around the ropes, a desperate attempt to anchor himself amidst the rising tide of need. A guttural moan escaped him, his tongue lolling out involuntarily as breath hitched in his throat.

Rocking forward, every movement strained against the constricting bonds, ropes carving into his skin, a painful reminder of desire, control, captivity. Pleasure, a white-hot current, coiled in the pit of his stomach, setting his nerves ablaze with an intensity that bordered on exquisite agony. But your words, a cascade of praise and affection, were the one craving of his you satiated. He needed you now. He needed you.

You.

A cry, raw and hoarse, reverberated through the room. Tears, involuntary witnesses to the overwhelming ecstasy, streamed from his eyes. His legs tensed, a quiver coursing through them, and his whimpers escalated into squeals. But as you withdrew your touch, a pang of longing seized him, a hurt he hadn't anticipated. Fervent pleas spilt from him, his body squirming in your grip. 

"Please…! Oh, fuck… No, no, please…! Please touch me again..." His words, infused with desperation, hung in the air, a plea for the return of the exquisite torment you provided.

"You wanna feel more? Do it yourself," you drawled, a burst of mocking laughter accompanying your words.

Suguru's sob, a raw expression of frustration, mirrored the internal turmoil. Tears blurred his vision, but the silhouette of your smug grin etched itself in his mind. A blend of desire and frustration mingled in his plea, "Please-please-please-please... Please touch me..." The imploring gaze sought your hands for solace.

"Please, darling. For me,” you taunted.

Eyes pleaded, and his body trembled once more as he reluctantly began to move, the tight grip of the ropes emphasising the solitary nature of the act. Sweet, pearlescent tears gathered on his lashes, welling up in those gorgeous eyes, and rolled down his flushed cheeks. They shimmered, streaking his face, as baby hairs stuck to his sweaty forehead. Brows knitted together, frustration etched across his features—what a sight he was for you.

Each thrust into the air was met with a loud whine, but despite the physical effort, it could never replicate you. You were incomparable. Another cascade of tears leaked from his eyes, tracing damp trails down his cheeks. A hot ache coursed through him—that familiar aching bliss.

"It doesn't, ah, feel like you... Like you..." The room hung heavy with the echoes of Suguru's whines.

"Oh, my darling. C'mon, keep going. You're so close now, aren't you?"

His eyes opened, a flush of embarrassment painting his face as he met your gaze. Head shaking in protest, he struggled with the solitary act, his voice trembling, and breaths shallow. The effort, while valiant, felt insufficient, a stark reminder of the absence of your touch.

"I'm... I'm fucking trying…!" he whispered. More whimpers escaped him, the absence of your touch haunting the moment of indulgence.

A groan emerged, lips parting in surrender to pleasure. Your encouragement became his guiding force, pushing him closer. Moans echoed, his eyes rolled back, and his back arched in response to the steady grip of the ropes on his shoulders. Pleasure consumed him, his body wracked with its intoxicating embrace, yet the struggle to contain the sounds persisted.

You seized his jaw, holding his mouth open, a witness to his contorted face—shame, pleasure, fear—those uninvited guests. His body writhed, torn between the desire to escape the situation and the undeniable arousal that tethered him to your command. Feeble protests echoed in the room, his resolve crumbling beneath the weight of your influence..

As his hips accelerated in their erratic movement, a violent shudder seized his entire body. Streams of thanks spilt from his bitten lips, a testament to the overwhelming release that surged through him. Suguru's orgasm, a crescendo of heat and pleasure, shook him violently, the length of his cock now coated in warm, sticky evidence of his climax, thrusting into the air with feverish need.

"There you go, my darling. Good boy, you've done so well," you said affectionately, creating a momentary reprieve, a gentle acknowledgement of his surrender.

The room held the lingering echoes of Suguru's release, his body still trembling as he kneeled there, caught in the aftermath of the fireworks that had set every nerve ablaze. A pyre to pleasure, his chest heaving with each laboured breath—a testament to intensity.

Blissful heat. 

As his eyes stayed closed, fingers wrapping around the ropes that bound him, he grappled with the profound impact of the experience. A spectrum of feelings—humiliation, frustration, repulsion—warred within him. Yet, an undeniable satisfaction lingered, a product of the attention you had lavished upon him.

“How many people will do anything for the one they love?”

The weariness clung to Suguru's teary eyes as he fought against the heaviness, attempting to blink away the exhaustion. The world blurred with each slow blink, his eyelids closing reluctantly, weighed down by the fatigue that permeated his entire being. Your hands released the ropes, the final tethers of his consciousness, and he teetered.

"Honestly, Suguru, you’re lucky to have me," you chirped.

The metallic scrape of the knife being lifted off the floor, a sound that would have sparked alertness in any other circumstance, barely registered in his fading awareness.

"If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have been so lenient."

Eyelashes, once vibrant, seemed burdened by the weight of exhaustion. Each blink, a futile attempt to stave off sleep, betrayed the struggle.

"Then again, you’re my one and only, and I’ll do anything for you, ‘cause I love you. Anything."

Lines deepened on his forehead as the battle against fatigue intensified. Finally, his eyes fluttered open, meeting your smiling face.

"Even when you don't know what's best for yourself. Don't scream, okay?" you murmured gently.

He felt the cold press of the knife.

a/n: well. there we are, then. lol. this was a really fun thing to write icl... i should do more yandere stuff in the future :3

this work belongs to STARRIERKNIGHT . please refrain from plagiarising any of my works and do not repost/translate/modify/copy onto any platforms.

[smuttykdrama]

[Sub!Masochistic!Test subject!Hyunsu x Dom!Sadistic!Scientist!Fem!Reader / Sweet Home Season 2]

PART ONE AS REQUESTED!

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal sex, Sub!Hyunsu, Dom!Reader, Masochism, Sadism, Extremely fucked up reader, Female reader, Knife play, Name calling, Face slapping, Bondage, Blood. PURE FILTH BE WARNED LOL. Only read if you're 18 and above!!

Plot: Based on my idea in my previous post. Mad scientist reader meets Cha Hyunsu. All hell breaks loose when you decide you want him in other ways besides being your test subject.

Story under the cut. 🤭

"Yah, Cha Hyunsu."

He hesitantly looked up at you, nervously kneeling before you, chains shackled around him, binding him at your feet. Hyunsu's entire body shivered, alerting you of his coldness. You knew that he was freezing, having been confined completely naked. Fuck, he must be really embarrassed. Cute.

"Y-yes?"

He mumbled quietly, his puppy like eyes staring back at you. You'd been a scientist ever since your Dad introduced you to the wonders of the world, and this whole apocalypse thing really did excite you. And having an incredibly handsome and nude half human at your mercy was just the cream on the cake. The others wouldn't mind if you did a little experimenting on your own, right?

"Wanna get out of here?"

Hyunsu's head snapped up at the mention of escaping. He nodded, but still was wary. He at first had wanted to help to find a cure...but knowing now the reality of this place...he wasn't so keen to stay. You raised your eyebrows, smirking and with your hand, you lifted his chin up with your finger.

"Hmm? You're a pretty one, aren't you? Tell me. How far would you go for me to help you? I certainly can help you escape...for a price."

Hyunsu sighed; you scientists were all the same after all - conniving and sinister. Of course there'd be a price...but what? He didn't like the twinkle in your eye...or did he?

"What do you want?"

He murmured shyly, standing up slowly, trying not to trip back onto the floor from exhaustion. Your mouth creased up into a crooked smile as you thought of all the possibilities.

"Hyunsu. Nothings free in this world. But what i want isn't money. I want...you."

"W-what?"

Hyunsu thought he didn't hear you correctly. You wanted him? Why? He's just a pathetic monster, a test subject. Did you want ro experiment on him more? Subject him to torture?

"No."

He stated, afraid of what you were offering. What if you wanted to make him your lab rat as well? But...something about the way you seductively stroked his chest made Hyunsu uneasy. It wasn't as simple as that, was it?

"Oh baby. You don't have a choice, anyway. I'll use you. I'll use you until you feel like crying."

You inched closer to the man, making him step back hesitantly.

"You know what I mean, right, Hyunsu? My options are limited here, and the men aren't exactly like you. They...don't even come close to you."

Your cold finger running down his chest and abdomen made Hyunsu shiver; in a good and bad way. Wait, was he actually turned on by this? He knew exactly what you meant. Without hesitation, you stated,

"Cha Hyunsu. I'm going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you and use you until I'm satisfied. Got it?"

Hyunsu couldn't believe what he's hearing. His mind went blank and his body seized up, unable to think clearly or stop you. All he could see was your eyes gleaming maliciously at him, lips pulled up into the most terrifying grin he'd ever seen, teeth bared in a grimace. He trembled at your touch, his body begging him to take this all further, to give in to his desires. But he didn't say anything. Not a word.

"Hyunsu."

Hyunsu snapped out of his trance once you repeated his name. The look in your eyes was no longer playful, but full of venomous determination. He gulped, his eyes watering from both fear and lustful frustration. You leaned forward, whispering huskily against his ear.

"I'm going to have you, and you're going to let me."

You pressed your lips to his jaw, sucking lightly while rubbing your thumb across his bottom lip. The action sent shivers down his spine, causing him to shudder. You bit hard, pulling away from him. He whimpered.

"Lay on the ground. Now."

His body quaked with anticipation at the mere order, obeying your wishes and complying immediately. You kneeled beside him, straddling his hips to make things easier. His breathing became erratic, shallow pants and quick breathes. He tried to keep it together, but his cock started growing, aching for attention.

"(Y-Y/N)..."

Hyunsu whined, his hips desperately bucking up into you. Without another word, you peeled your shorts and panties off in a second, positioning yourself.

"Let's see how long you can last first. Don't cum, or I'll punish you."

With those words, you pushed onto him, moaning as you felt the hot, wet friction between your two bodies. He gasped at the sudden intrusion, hands clutching the concrete floor beneath him. You grunted as the feeling overwhelmed you, feeling your body tighten up with passion as he gripped your hips tightly.

"Oh god..(Y/N)..."

You smirked, slapping Hyunsu's face.

"Quiet. So a monster can get it up? Interesting...I bet your monster wants to fuck me right now, isn't that right, Cha Hyunsu?"

Hyunsu nodded. Truth be told, ever since he arrived here, the other scientists were cold and cruel towards him. But you...you were warm and kind. Your fascination with him grew to be much more than just being interested in his abilities. Rocking back and fourth on his cock, you gripped his wrists and held them back above his head. With one hand, you held Hyunsu's arms back, and with the other...you got out a knife from your back pocket. Hyunsu's face dropped.

"Good boy, Hyunsu. Now, shall we put your healing abilities to the test? Scream, and I won't let you cum. Scream, and I'll make you suffer."

Hyunsu shook his head frantically, but the only sound he made was a small whimper. You chuckled darkly, leaning down to kiss Hyunsu forcefully on the lips, biting the side of his lip harshly. He yelped, trying to pull away, but found himself unable to when you bit too deep. It healed within seconds.

"H-hurt me..."

Hyunsu begged, eyes clouded over with lust, staring at the knife. You rolled your eyes. A sick freak. You could've easily used the knife to kill him...but this is too fun, watching him squirm under your control. You took the knife, slashing it roughly across Hyunsu's chest, eliciting another gasp from the half human as he watched blood start dripping down his pale skin. It healed again, quicker this time. Not that it was any less painful. Your eyes widened in fascination as you fucked him harder.

"Amazing..."

"W-what?"

"I like you, Cha Hyunsu. You can be my fucktoy, painslut and test subject...In fact...I don't think you'll ever leave at all."

Hyunsu screamed.

[hayakawalove]

A Little Pain Never Hurt Nobody

Summary: Life was dull lately. You needed something to jump start you. You figure you may as well check out the local sex club, cause why not? You meet "professional" dom Suguru and he shows you a whole new world of pain and pleasure. You're in for a ride.

A/N: This is. Um. Yeah.

I purposefully didn't make it too extreme as this is your first time engaging in anything like this. I hope you enjoy.

P.S I've never been to a sex club so excuse me if this is completely wrong

CW: Smut, Masochism, Sadism, Impact Play, Flogging, Dacryphilia, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Spanking, Slapping, Face Slapping, Rough Sex, Aftercare, Sex Club, Top Getou Suguru, Alcohol, Choking, Dominance, Submission, Humiliation, Degradation, Biting, Dirty Talk, Name-Calling, Creampie, Praise Kink, Pain, AFAB Reader, Female Reader

W/C: 7,232

Credit to @benkeibear for the divider

Why were you doing this again? To be honest, you didn’t really know the answer yourself. Everything had just been so boring lately. You needed something to spice up your life. That’s what you told yourself at least, when you were standing in front of the club with blacked out windows. 

It was a sex club specifically. It had always piqued your interest, but you were never crazy enough to actually check it out. 

Not until now, apparently. 

You wrap your trembling hand around the door handle, pulling it open to feel a blast of warm air. At least it was better than staying outside in the freezing temperature. 

I’ll just check it out, I won’t stay for long. You told yourself.

When you entered you were greeted by a woman standing at a desk. She wore a bright white smile and a black choker. 

“Welcome! ID please.” 

“Oh, right.”

You fish in your purse to grab your ID to show to her. Were kids really dumb enough to try to sneak into this place? Scratch that, you remember being young and stupid. 

“Have a good time!” She bids you, passing your ID back. 

You give a nervous smile before walking further in, a blast of stimulation coming at you from all angles. 

The lights were dim, but you noticed colorful shapes being projected around the room, dancing. In tandem with the lights, there were women and men on platforms moving their bodies to the rhythm of the music. And the music, it wasn’t as loud as a normal club, but it still just added to everything. It was almost too much. 

You walk in, the exciting energy drawing you in further. People were in various stages of undress, but no one seemed bothered by the nudity. 

A man passes you, his neck collared and leashed as he follows a woman in high heels. He smiles at you before the girl tugs the leash, pulling him further. 

Okay, that’s new. 

You hear a shrill sound, a woman screaming. 

Your head whips to the direction of the noise, fear briefly settling in your veins before you remember where you are. 

The sight that greets you confuses you. 

A woman was strapped to a metallic x, her body completely nude baring her ass for the small crowd to see. Her bottom was tinged bright red. If you looked close enough, you thought you could see her skin begin to split open. 

A man stood behind her, a crop held tightly in his hand. His eyes flicked to her face before back down, slamming the crop against her again. 

She let out a wail causing you to jump. It looked like it hurt so bad. 

And that excited you. 

The man runs the crop over her skin, her sobs echoing as he teased her tender flesh. Long black hair cascaded down his back, thin eyes scrutinizing her. 

Just as you were admiring his beauty, you noticed his gaze settle on you. You wanted to look away, but you just couldn’t. Not when his demanding authority had captured you. 

The moment was over as soon as it started, and his attention was back to the woman. You force yourself to look away and head to the bar, suddenly feeling light headed. 

You stand next to the shiny counter and the bartender struts up to you. 

“What can I get you?”

“Just water.” You croak out, your throat feeling dry. 

He turns around and passes you a bottle of water, free of charge, before attending to a different customer. 

The cool liquid slides down your throat while you watch the scenes before you. The performance was seemingly over as the masses of people surrounding it had dispersed. Your gaze flickers across the dancers in front of you. 

“They’re beautiful, aren’t they?” 

“Yes they,” you start, turning towards the source of the voice. 

The man from earlier stood next to you, eyes on the dancers. 

“Are.” You finish. 

He was even more stunning up close. His hair was like satin, flowing down his back. Dark golden eyes, and he was tall. 

He turns his head to you and smiles, seeing the way you admire him. 

“You’re new here.” He strikes up a conversation. 

You shuffle in place, looking down at your water bottle and back up. 

“That obvious, huh?” 

He gifts you a serene smile. 

“I’ve never seen your face before, and you weren’t as calloused to the play scene.” 

You fumble with the bottle, the sound of it crinkling filling the space. 

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone needs to start somewhere.” He comforts you. 

One look at how genuine he seemed soothed your nerves. Earlier he exuded power, quiet dominance leaking from his pores. But now he seemed like a regular guy. 

“I suppose you’re right.” You finish the water bottle and set it beside you. 

“So what brings you here?” 

“I was bored.”

He lets out a hearty chuckle at your response, his eyes closing. 

“You were bored so you decided to go to a sex club for the first time?” 

Heat floods through your cheeks, you were unsure if he was teasing you or not. 

“I mean I’ve always been interested, just never got around to it.” 

Another scene was unfolding, drawing most of the people away from you as they gathered to observe it. You almost thought you were going to have more breathing room that way, but somehow it was even more stifling. All of this man’s attention was on you, and there was no one around you to dull it out. 

“What do you think so far?” 

You played with your opinions in your head. It was strange, but you liked it. Everyone seemed happy here, and there were no aspects of a normal club that weighed it down. 

“I like it. It’s a bit more than I expected, but it’s exciting.” 

He seems satisfied with your answer. He flags down the bartender and orders a whiskey, before turning his attention back to you. 

“And what did you think of the scene?” 

The question jolts you. The air around it felt different than his first question. It almost felt like he was asking you to rate him. 

“I-it was good. I liked it a lot actually.” 

The air shifted around you, you were beginning to feel that commanding presence of his again. 

“I’m glad.” 

His voice runs a shiver up your spine and you have to will yourself to contain it. 

His drink arrives and you watch as he brings his mouth to the rim, a small sip of brown liquid kissing his lips. 

“Why did you start coming here?” You can’t help but ask. 

The man turns to you with a smile. 

“I like making people happy, and it’s something I enjoy.” 

You press him further and he reveals more. 

“People feel much more open here, like they don’t have to hide their true selves. It’s refreshing. I like seeing people’s genuine smiles.”

The answer simmers in your brain. You don’t know what you were expecting, but it wasn’t that. What a kind man. It was almost unbelievable he was the same one hitting the woman earlier. 

“I’ve actually always wanted to do something like that.”

He sets his glass down and cocks a brow at you. 

“From your scene, I mean.” 

He turns his full attention to you. You piqued his interest. 

“Why haven’t you?”

“I just didn’t know where to start. It’s kind of a bit scary.” 

He seems to be contemplating something, eyes looking up. You watch as his finger taps the glass. 

“I could always help, if you’re still interested.” He offers, swirling the amber liquid before tossing his head back, taking another swig. 

It feels like gravel is in your throat now, settled somewhere between your voice box and tongue. The mushy pink muscle refuses to cooperate inside your mouth. 

“It doesn’t have to be me of course. I can always see if someone else here would help if you would prefer that. Whatever you’re comfortable with.” 

“N-no! I mean yes! That would be great, trying it with you, I mean.” You rush out, an overwhelming amount of heat rushing to your cheeks. 

You think you see something akin to a smirk spark over his features before he nurses the reaction back down to something more neutral. 

“Great.” 

“So, are you like a professional or something?” You fiddle with your hair. 

“More or less.” 

He stands up and leans over the bar, rummaging around until he finds what he’s looking for. Orange post it notes and a pen. 

You study his face while he looks down, scribbling his number onto the paper. His penmanship is surprisingly neat, something you weren’t used to seeing from men. Then again, something told you he wasn’t like most men. 

“Here, text me if you decide you’re still interested. We can set something up and discuss hard and soft limits, and also share our results as we both should get tested first.” 

You grip the paper once he hands it to you, eyes dancing across the conglomerate of numbers. 

“You don’t have like, a business card or something?” 

He lets out a chuckle, leaning against his chin as he watches you. 

“I’m not that professional. I have a full time job and a life outside of this, it’s just something I do for fun. Although, I do have lots of experience, probably more than anyone else here.” 

You clear your throat and look back down at the note. At the top, he wrote his name. 

“Suguru.” You taste the sound of his name, letting the syllables fall from your lips. 

“That would be me.” He says with a smile. “What would your name be?” 

You tell him your name and try to not run away when you hear him repeat it back to you. Your name had never sounded so good before, you were sure of it. 

“Alright, well if you decide you want to go forward just text me. We’ll get something figured out.” He drinks the rest of his whiskey, sliding a couple of dollar bills down before standing up. 

You wave goodbye, your skin buzzing off the high from talking to him. He was such a good looking guy, and he seemed so kind. Was this real? Was he really going to help you experience something new? 

There was only one way to find out. 

~~~

You and Suguru had been texting for several days ironing everything out. He asked you what you were interested in trying, and it took you longer than you were willing to admit to come up with a list. 

It was partly because you had no idea what you wanted to try. How could you pick? The other part of it was that it felt embarrassing sending him the list. Sure you met him at a sex club, and he offered to help, but it almost felt too vulnerable. You hadn’t even shared these fantasies with some of your boyfriends. Maybe that was why you agreed to let him help you. There was no personal connection, no fear of rejection. 

After many hours, you were able to create a list. 

Impact play

Choking

Hair pulling

Biting

Sensory play

It wasn’t the most extreme list. You were quite sure he had seen and done much worse, but you were still sort of scared. He complimented it once you sent it, and let you know to start thinking of safe words. You had heard of the idea before, so you knew you would have to pick them. 

Along with the list, he also told you to get tested for any STDs, not that he didn't trust you he told you, but it was more procedure. He told you he was going to get checked as well. 

The day came where you were to meet Suguru once more at the atmospheric spot. He told you to bring a change of comfy clothes, drink lots of water, and come on a full stomach. Having instructions to follow before sex felt weird in a way. It almost felt as though the scene had started before you arrived. 

You checked yourself out one last time in the mirror in your bedroom. You wore a short black dress, complimenting all of your favorite parts of your body. Telling yourself you wore it only for you, but you secretly hoped Suguru would be pleased when he saw it. 

You didn't know whether or not to be let down when his eyes didn’t linger over your body when you arrived. You found him talking with a couple of people, ones you recognized. It was the man on a leash and his owner. The man stood patiently behind her while she spoke with Suguru, a friendly demeanor between the two. 

When he saw you, his eyes glanced down at your outfit then back up, excusing himself from the conversation. He rested his hand against your lower back, guiding you towards a long row of doors. 

“Are we not doing it out in the main area?” You ask. 

He glances at you with a smile before opening a door, a big room inside. 

“No, it’s your first time. I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless, of course, you want to do it in front of everyone.” The lilt in his voice makes your hair stand on edge. 

“N-no. Here is much better.��� 

He closes the door behind you, walking over to a chair. On it lies a piece of paper. He lifts it up and brings it over to you. It was his test results, all clean. You dig into your purse to bring your results out too and hand them over to him. 

“Good. Are you on birth control?” He asks, eyes looking over the sheet. 

You straighten up and open your mouth, nerves beginning to settle over you. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay.” Suguru sets the paper aside. “Oh actually, I wanted to talk about something on your list. We won’t be able to do the typical choking you’re probably thinking of. Too much risk involved so it’s not allowed in clubs like this. I’m sorry.” 

You feel disappointment in your chest but you nod in agreement. 

“That makes sense, okay.” 

“Have you put any thought into the safe word? Most people use red, yellow, and green. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for all good.” He suggests. 

“I’ll do those then, if that’s alright.” You fidget with your fingers, digging into the side of your dress. 

He smiles at you before looking down at the bag you brought. 

“Oh! These are the change of clothes you asked me to bring. I also had lots of water and just ate.” 

“Good girl.” He purrs, the sound of it instantly turning your face hot. 

Suguru peers at you and smiles to himself once he notices your reaction. 

“Oh, you’re gonna be fun.” He says, more to himself than you. 

You dart your eyes away, finding it hard to look at him. So instead, you study the room you’re in. There was a floor length mirror, a large bed, and various sex tools on the wall. The room itself looked comfortable, if not for the daunting things that were meant to cause pain. 

“So how do we um, you know, start this I guess? I’ve never done it before-“ you find yourself rambling. 

Suguru closes the distance between the two of you, making you gasp out. His finger slides under your chin tilting your head up. 

“Just relax, let me take care of it princess.” 

His lips are on yours. They felt plush, molding to yours while his tongue slots in your mouth. You grasp his shirt for support. All oxygen had exited your body the second you felt him press up against you. 

It’s not that you were against the idea, it was far from it actually, but you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. 

Suguru’s large hand spans across your cheek, long fingers pressed into your skin. He walks you backwards until you hit a wall, and it takes everything in you to continue standing on your own. His tongue grazes against yours, drawing out a soft moan from you. 

“How cute.” Suguru pulls away to speak, instead choosing to place kisses down your neck. 

“A-ah!” You dig your fingers into his shoulder, feeling his teeth graze against your sensitive flesh. 

He doesn’t bite down like you expected. Instead, he decides to continue sliding his tongue down your neck, occasionally bumping his teeth against your throat. It was as if he was reminding you that he could bite, but he wasn’t going to, not yet at least. 

One thing you should know about Suguru is that he enjoyed playing with his food first. 

Suguru pulls back and looks down at you. Your eyes were glazed over, a mix of both your salivas coating your lips. 

“Wore this for me, huh?” He asks, fingers trailing down your dress. 

The way he stood over you commanded dominance. You had never experienced such a thing before. But in that moment you knew you would do anything he asked. 

“Yes.” Your voice trembles. 

Suguru hums while he further analyzes you. He didn’t know where to start. You gave him a good list, but he also didn’t want to scare you or hurt you, at least not in a bad way. 

“You’re so kind to wear this baby, but I’m gonna need you to take it off now.” His voice commands. 

You pull off the dress, tossing it to the floor before looking up at him expectantly. He chuckles darkly, reaching a thumb up to drag over your lip. He swipes the saliva away, letting his finger slide down your chin, down your chest until he reaches your stomach. There was a predatory glint in his eyes, one that made your skin crawl. He grips your waist hard, turning you around. 

“Turn around.” You follow what he says and face the wall. 

Suguru stands back and admires your form as you follow his directions. He looks at your underwear, a lacy thong, before looking back up. Your body trembles beneath his gaze, the weight of those feline eyes searing into your back. 

He steps back to grab a tool, one of many in his arsenal. It was a flogger, the handle of it fitting comfortably in his palm as he steps back closer to you. 

“This is called a flogger. People use it as a whip. I’m going to strike you a couple times, and I want you to tell me how it feels.” 

“O-okay.” 

He desperately wants to correct you on your manners, the urge tickling the back of his throat. He much would have preferred a “yes sir”. But this is your first time, so he refrains. If you visit again though, he won’t be so lenient. 

Suguru raises his hand, brandishing the flogger, before bringing it back down against your ass. The feeling jolts you, your body jumping up in response. It didn’t hurt per se, but you could definitely feel it. He must’ve been holding back, and that fact irked you a bit. 

“How was that?” His voice remains steady. 

“It was okay.” If only you could keep your voice as steady as his. 

He hums in response before bringing the whip back down on your other cheek. This time was much harder, sending a shock of pain across your skin. The pain traveled straight to your pussy where you feel yourself clench around nothing, the act somehow more painful than the whip. 

“Better?” He asks, flicking his eyes up to look at your head. 

Your head was turned sideways, your lip caught between your teeth. You wanted to try things like this, always intrigued by the idea of pain during sex. But you had no idea it would feel this good. 

“Better, feels good.” You admit, inhibition slowly falling. 

Suguru strikes you again, this time even harder than the last. Heat spreads across your ass, the action making you moan out. Pure ecstasy. Your arms tremble as you keep yourself against the wall. 

Your eyes dart to the side to catch a glimpse as best as you can of the man. He looks nothing short of a god behind you, tall and unwavering. His raven locks flow down his shoulders, keen eyes focused on your figure. 

Suguru sets the flogger down before pulling a hairband out, dragging his fingers through his hair as he gathers it all into a bun. Can’t have any hair getting in the way of his vision, after all. 

He picks the flogger back up and drags it across your backside, sending goosebumps across your skin. 

“Keep your face forward.” There was that commanding voice again. 

You snap your head forward once more, eyes boring into the wall in front of you. Anticipation settles in your veins, heart racing at the idea of him hitting you again. 

“I'm going to keep going, and I want you to count after every single one.” 

“What happens if I lose count?”

“Don’t.”

He strikes you once more, a sob racking your body. A temporary moment of bliss settles over your bones before you remember what he told you to do. 

“One.” 

“That’s a good girl.”

Again. Again. Again. 

Each strike was more painful than the last. Every time he made contact with your skin, you jumped forward and groaned out. 

He continues bringing the flogger down on your ass, each time making you cry out. Your voice shaky each time you counted. Tears were blearing your eyes from the pain, from the pleasure. You find it hard to stay standing up, the room spinning around you and your knees almost buckling underneath you. 

Suguru keeps his eyes trained on your ass, noticing the beginnings of marks start to form. It pleased him greatly to see your skin react, the mere sight causing his slacks to tighten. 

“F-f-f-fifty!” You sob. 

Suguru sets the flogger down and spins you around, almost groaning from the sight of your tear stricken face. 

“Did so good princess. What’s your color?” He asks, dragging his hands up your shoulders, rubbing your skin soothingly. 

It was almost hard to believe those hands were the same ones causing you so much pain. 

“Green, green.” You look up desperately at him, needing to know what else he had in store for you. 

He brings a hand up, the back of his forefinger swiping beneath your lash line under both sides. He watches the way your tears coat his skin, and it takes everything in him not to bring his finger up to his mouth to lick off the salty remenents of the calamity he caused. 

“Good.” He says. 

He didn’t even break a sweat, meanwhile your chest was heaving like you ran a marathon. A part of you was desperate to see him at his worst, see what he looked like when he really went all in. 

“Get on your knees.” His voice was soft but demanding. 

You sink to your knees and look up, waiting for more instructions. He smoothed a hand over your head before bringing you closer. 

“You know what to do from here. Unless, that pretty brain of yours is already too far gone.” 

You look down at the hard bulge in front of you. His pants were hardly doing anything, you could see the outline of it all. Your hands reach up and fumble before finally successfully dragging his pants and underwear down, his cock jumping out. 

You feel drool pile up behind your lips, your tongue feeling too heavy in your mouth. You had been with guys before, but you were sure no one compared to him. 

His angry tip stands at attention while you bring your lips down, popping his cock in your mouth. It felt somehow larger in your mouth than it looked, and it didn’t look small. It fills you to the brim, your cunt throbbing as his heavy cock rests against your tongue. Suguru hisses at the feeling of your wet mouth engulfing him. He was sensitive and needy. Hearing your cries got him more riled up than he had led on. 

Your tongue slides around his cock while you take more into your mouth. His cock slides down your throat, oxygen slowly depleting from your lungs. Suguru keeps his hands to his sides, merely observing you. It felt like you were putting on a show for him. 

Spit begins to flow freely from your lips, dripping from the corners of your mouth while you move your head back and forth along his cock. There was a fire underneath you, the raw flesh of your ass clawing at you. 

You couldn’t focus on that though, there was only him. 

“Oh right, you said you wanted to try choking right?” He begins. 

You look up at him, your eyes starting to water again. 

“Take all of it in and hold it.” He demands. “You can manage that, can’t you pretty baby?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut while you slide down further, his pubic bone meeting your nose. You couldn’t breathe at all, your body quickly setting off alarms to get you to back off. But he gave you an order, and you intended on listening to it. 

You couldn’t breathe. You needed to breathe. But, you didn’t want to. The feeling of lightheadedness made your clit throb. Knowing that his cock was in control of whether or not you deserved oxygen. 

Suguru chuckles softly and leans his head back, closing his eyes. He could feel the way your throat clenched around him, feel your lips adjust around him. 

After what felt like an eternity he finally looked back down at you. Something akin to pride laces his features. 

“Release.” With that, you tear your head away, gasping as air fills you once more. 

Long strings of saliva connects you to his cock, lewd in a way that almost made you flustered. 

“Continue.” 

You slide his cock back into your mouth once you feel able. You’re more faster the second time around, your throat having already been melded into the shape of his cock. His brows furrow while he watches you, groans escaping his mouth. 

You decide you could do this forever. Nothing else mattered when you were pleasing him, you would continue to do so if he let you. 

However, he had other plans. 

“That’s it.” He says, pulling his cock from you. 

You go to wipe the tears and spit from your face but he grabs your wrist before you’re able. 

“Leave it.” 

Suguru helps you to your feet, the action once more astoundingly sweet. It was making your head rush being surrounded by the two versions of him. 

He grabs your arms and brings them up, placing them on his shoulders. He looks into your eyes as he gets on his knee, his hands ghosting over your waist. 

“I’m going to take these off now.” He says, giving you room to stop him. 

But you don’t. 

You watch as he looks down, his face right in front of your pussy. He hooks his hands on the band of your underwear, sliding them off your legs. You lift one leg up at a time, suddenly grateful you have something to hold onto. 

Suguru drops your underwear to the side and runs his hands up your thighs. He places a kiss on your tummy before standing to his full height again, his hands reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. 

There was nothing to feel ashamed about. He had already seen you go through more than anyone else had, so why did you have to fight yourself to remain neutral as he took your body in? 

His features look serene as his gaze drags across your body, no detail going unmissed. 

“Stunning.” He looks back up at you, capturing your attention. 

Your throat feels dry as you scramble for a response. 

“Thank you.” 

“Did you know you’re dripping, princess?” 

Your thighs clench together and you feel the slick coating your inner thighs. You grimace and nod. 

“Is this from getting whipped or from sucking my cock?”

“Both.” 

Suguru hums in satisfaction, looking back down between your legs. 

“Want some help with that?” 

Your heart lurches in response but you timidly nod, following him as he leads you to the bed. It’s much softer than it looks, the comforter giving your ass some reprieve as you lay down on the side of the bed. Suguru spreads your legs, watching as the low light catches on the glint of your leaky core. 

He bends down, placing gentle kisses down your chest as he goes. Suguru looks up and notices how your nipples begin to harden as his administrations. So damn sensitive. How adorable. 

He travels down until he’s placing kisses closer to your pussy. The feeling was teasing in nature, but you didn’t want to rush him. Clearly he knew what he was doing. You might as well enjoy the ride. 

Suguru places a kiss on either side of your pussy before pulling away, pupils focusing in on your unmarred thighs. 

Oh, no that won’t do. 

He gets in closer bringing his mouth to your skin. Your body reacts before you can even register what’s happening. Your legs try to clamp shut but his strong hands are holding them open. Looking down you notice that Suguru had bit into your inner thigh, his dark eyes staring right back at yours. 

The sensation was unlike anything you had felt before. His teeth dig into your flesh, your mouth hanging open as you watch him. Suguru sucks lightly, his tongue darting out over the bite mark before pulling away. The sting of it spreads throughout you, but pure pleasure does as well. Who knew pain from so many different things could feel this good? 

Suguru closes his eyes before bringing his mouth to the other side, teeth digging into your other leg. You moan out, fighting to keep your legs open for him. There was dynamite going off underneath your skin, you were positive of that. 

He couldn’t wait any longer. He pulls away from your leg and draws himself in closer towards your throbbing pussy. He holds back a coo when he notices your hole clench. 

He darts his tongue out, flicking it against your clit to test you. And just as he expected, you let out a desperate moan. Your reactions were driving him crazy, each noise causing his mind to reel. 

Suguru dives in completely, his lips encasing your clit. You wanted to cry from the pleasure, his tongue working magic against your sensitive clit. He drags one hand away from your thigh to bring up to your pussy, feeling as though it deserves to be filled. 

A finger works its way inside you, immediately hooking against your gspot. You laugh incredulously before tossing your head back, reveling in the pleasure he was indulging you in. 

It was almost criminal how good he was. 

His tongue dances across your clit while he slides a second finger in, both of them slowly working your gspot. You had never been brought to cumming so fast before, you would be ashamed if only it didn’t feel so good. 

Your moans bounce off the walls of the room, the sound filling Suguru’s ears. You keep your eyes clamped shut in fear of what you might do if you saw the sight in front of you. 

Suguru knows before you do, your pussy tightening around his fingers. He fucks you harder with them, sucking your clit as you cum. It feels like an out of body experience as he fucks you through it, bringing you down until your groans die out and the sound of your heavy breathing fills your ears. 

He pulls his fingers out of you, swiping them against his tongue. Sure, he had many clients before now, but none of them were as sweet as you. It almost felt wrong to call you a client, this experience felt different compared to previous ones. 

You peel your eyes open and watch as Suguru brings himself on the bed, his face hovering over yours. 

“You’re cute when you cum,” he starts. “Cute when you cry too.” 

You force your head to turn, staring away from him. The compliment simmers in your gut while you feel the body heat between you grow. 

“Yeah, okay.” You murmur, self conscious. 

“I’m serious.” He brings a finger under your chin to guide your gaze back to him. 

As much as you want to disagree, you can see the truth his eyes hold. He was so damn kind. Many people would disagree with you. They would say no one who was a good person would enjoy hurting other people. But you knew the truth. Suguru was a kind man. 

“You ready?” He asks. 

Excitement bubbles up and you part your lips, telling him you are. 

He presses his lips down on yours, wanting to share a tender moment before he fucks the life out of you. He locks his fingers into yours on either side of your head, before pulling away. 

“Hands and knees.” His rough persona is back. 

You crawl up on the bed, facing away from him. He takes a moment to appreciate the scene in front of him, your beaten ass on display as your cum drips down your legs. A new world wonder, if he was being honest with himself. 

Suguru slides his shirt off, throwing it off to the side by your dress. Heat flickers beneath his skin as he watches you. He smooths a hand over your back as he grips his cock and rubs it between your sticky folds. The anticipation was killing you, knees practically shaking from the suspense. 

Suguru slides into you, your walls struggling to accommodate him. Your mouth hangs open as he nudges into you. Nothing had ever felt so good, the pressure of his cock filling you to the brim. 

“God damn it, princess.” You think you hear him say. 

He sets a steady pace, wanting to slowly build up before getting back into the roughness of it all. His hips push into you a couple of times before he picks up speed. You moan out each time his cock plunges into you. You would have gotten lost in it if he didn’t snap you out. 

Suguru threads his finger in your hair, getting a firm grip before he pulls it back. He holds it in a tight grasp, pain searing throughout your head. 

Each part of you throbbed. Your ass, your thighs, your head. But somehow you craved more. Craved more pain. Craved more Suguru. 

Suguru bares his teeth as he fucks you, your pussy tightening around him each time he yanks your hair. 

Each thrust causes your mind to blank. He was fucking all sense out of you. 

Suguru releases your hair before gripping your shoulder, yanking you back until your shoulder blades meet his chest. He reaches around in front of you, gripping onto your jaw, leaving you no room to look away as he tilts your head back. 

His hand digs into you, pain settling in your face as he holds you. 

“Tell me how it feels.” He sounds nearly breathless, his eyebrows knitted up in pleasure as he looks at you. 

You furrow your brows as you look up at him, attention being split between his cock fucking into you and his hard grip on your face. 

“H-hurts.” You murmur, your pushed up cheeks making it hard to talk. 

Suguru’s breaths quicken, heart pounding as he thrusts into you. 

“Yeah? Hurts?” Excitement leaks from his voice. 

You nod and let out a sob when his cock presses against your gspot, his grip tightening. 

“What do you think about the pain?”

“L-love it. Love the pain. Love when you hurt me.” 

Suguru audibly swallows, throwing his head back as he lets out a low groan. 

“Think you can handle more, princess?” 

You agree, your mind swimming. He looks down at you again and releases your head, but keeps you pressed against him. 

His hand makes contact with your cheek, a sting instantly spreading across your face. He slapped you. And you liked it. 

Suguru does it once more, the force heavier this time. You moan out when he makes contact, all the while his cock punishing your insides. Endorphins swim in your head, muddling all remaining sense. You brace for impact once more, only to be met with nothing. 

He doesn’t slap you again. 

“Color?” You’re amazed he can even remember asking that while he’s doing this. 

“Green, oh, green.” 

Suguru smacks you again, his cock fucking you harder. You weren’t even aware you could moan this loud, but leave it to Suguru to give you a bunch of firsts. 

Your eyes roll back as he slaps you again. He feels a deep satisfaction spread through him as he watches the pleasure dart across your face. That’s what all this was about, after all. 

Suguru pushes you back down and you barely catch yourself, your hands holding you up. He puts one hand on your waist, placing the other one in your hair again. The loud noises from your connected sexes get louder, your pussy dripping even more as his cock drags inside you.

He pulls your head up, forcing you to stare in the mirror across the bed. 

“Look at yourself.” He wills himself to say. 

To say you looked debauched would be an understatement. Your face was a mess, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. You couldn’t see your ass or the inside of your thighs in the mirror, but you didn’t have to see them to feel they were there. They hadn’t been hurt in awhile now, but the wounds still ached something fierce. You briefly wondered how long they would hurt. Hopefully for a long time. 

“You look filthy. Utterly ruined.” His cock punches into you. 

“Ohhh, fuck, FUCK!” You all but yell as his cock bruises you from the inside out. 

Suguru moans behind you, going back and forth between looking at your face in the mirror and how his cock looks when he pulls it out. 

He pulls his hand away from your hip and reaches down, instantly finding your swollen clit. Your body lurches forward once he makes contact, drawing tight circles around you. 

“Yes! Yes!” Your voice is raw as it leaves your throat. 

Suguru’s hips stutter as he feels you get closer to the edge. He keeps a tight grip on your hair, loving the way you wince each time he holds tighter. 

“Fuck, you’re soaking. Pussy’s so good. Such a pain slut. You my little pain slut?” 

You nod even though it causes more pain to spread across your head. Maybe that’s why you do it. 

“Yes, I’m your, your pain slut.” 

Suguru groans out a curse, his fingers continuing their ministrations. 

“Gonna cum from getting knocked around?” 

Your stomach tightens, moans increasing. 

“Yes! Oh, fuck, fuck yes.” Your eyes clamp shut as you feel it start. 

You cum around Suguru’s cock, your pussy squeezing his cock as you shake beneath him. The earth shattering feeling catches you off guard, electricity shooting through your body. 

You register a groan from behind you before he pumps into you one more time before his cock shoots cum out, filling your spasming walls. 

It takes you a minute to recover, each gasp of breath bringing you back down to earth. 

Suguru slides out of you carefully, eyes drawn to the way the milky white cum seeps from your abused hole. He pushes back his bangs that came loose before going to the bedside table, rummaging around until he finds a towel. 

His touch is careful as he cleans you up, fingers ghosting over your sensitive skin as he wipes away all remnants of his cum. 

Suguru sets the soiled cloth aside before aiding you in sitting up. You whimper as your ass makes contact with the back of your calves. Your skin was on fire. He places each hand on either side of your face, the action instantly calming. 

“How are you doing?” His soothing voice comes out. 

Your eyes feel heavy as they look back up at him, his features washed over with concern. 

You reach out and ball your fist against his toned chest. 

“I’m okay.” Your voice sounds far away. 

Suguru pulls one hand away and grabs a water bottle that sat next to the bed. He brings his other hand to it and cracks it open, passing it to you. 

You grab it, tilting your head back as the cool water rushes down your throat. You take a couple of gulps before passing it back. 

Instead of the sharp pain from each of your wounds, you’re body settles into a dull ache. The wounds were definitely there, and they were pleasing. 

Suguru gets into the bed next to you and opens his arms. 

“Come here.” Another command, one that was much softer. 

You’re confused by the gesture but you scoot closer to him nonetheless, laying down until your head is directly over his heart. He was still shirtless, only his pants remaining but they were pulled back up and closed. 

“This is an important part of each session. I’m not going to hurt you and send you packing.” He explains, his thumb stroking your arm. 

His warmth seeps into your bones and you find yourself curling up closer to him. 

“That’s sweet of you.” 

“It’s the bare minimum.” He gently says, moving his head until he can see your face. 

Your eyes were closed but you were still very much awake, if not hanging on by the tiny grasp of consciousness you still had. 

“How did you feel about it?” 

You try to articulate your thoughts, many feelings surging through your body. 

“I really liked it.”

“None of it was too much?” 

“No, it all felt really good.” 

Suguru moves his head back as he gets comfortable. He had rented the room out for 24 hours, not knowing how long the session would last or how long you would want to relax after. He had no timeline, willing to stay here for as long as you needed. 

The contact with his skin was helping bring your heart rate down, the adrenaline exiting your body. Your body was sore, and probably would be for the next couple of days. 

“Thank you for helping me with this, I mean, giving me my first experience.” 

Suguru smiles above you. 

“No problem. I enjoyed it too.” 

You feel giddy at his admission. Now that you had done this once, you weren’t sure you could get enough of it. You were already thinking about what your next scene might look like. 

“Could we do it again?” 

“Hm, I don’t know, I feel like you should rest a couple of hours first at the very least.” He ponders, obviously teasing you. 

You click your tongue. 

“You know what I mean.” You say with a shy smile. 

Suguru chuckles above you. 

“I’m kidding. We can do it again. You know where to find me.”

You smile against him, your eyes shutting. Sleep overtakes you, the feeling of success spreading throughout your body. 

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Right Now You're Feeling Helpless

(REVISED VERSION)

So I sent the story to my friend and he kinda rewrote it for me. He's a way better writer than I haha. Enjoy!!

Content warning: bondage/dominance,  rough sex, aftercare, sadism, masochism, teasing, cussing, dirty talk, pain, nsfw, 18+, mark hoffman x reader, p in v penetration, possible cnc??? Literally just straight up porn w little context bc i can't write anything else lmao.

Just another Thank-Hell- it's Friday night.. Laying alone on your bed, waiting on your partner to get home..it'll be late again. He's investigating the latest Jigsaw murder. It has become much more difficult to disguise his planning of this particular murder, hard for him to fly under the radar. You'd peeked in his drawer earlier in the day. The drawings of it made you feel some type of raw and savage way. There was something about how the person was suspended that was more than just slightly arousing. 

The thin tank top feels perfectly tight and totally matches with your sexy black underwear. You lay back on the bed, closing your eyes as your fingertips graze your already rock-hard nipples. 

Mark hated it when you pleased yourself without him there, but you figured he wouldn't be home for another hour or two. You are too excited for him right now to wait. Since he hates it, in a way, you love it because he will always respond by being so rough with you.. And he was so good at it. Anticipation of the punishment he will visit upon you makes the excitement grow to an unbearable level. The urge to touch yourself is unstoppable now.

Lifting your tank top with one hand, your other hand moves down your body and slips between your legs. You've just barely started to think about him, but you're already getting so wet..clear silky liquid is dripping down your pussy lips and the crack of your ass. Fuck, you need it so much right now!

Pulling off your panties, you drop them on the floor next to you. Then your tank top. Closing your eyes and moaning softly, yearning for him to pound you as you slide your fingers in between your soaking wet lips, you gasp for breath at the first touch of your wet hole. Completely absorbed in the thought of being filled by him, you don't even hear him come in or notice him standing at the foot of the bed, watching. 

"What the hell is this?" He demands. 

Your eyes snap open, and you gasp, quickly pulling your glistening wet hand from between your legs.

"Mark! I-" 

"You just couldnt wait for me to get home, could you?" 

His shoes, jacket, and tie were already off, and he's working on unbuttoning his shirt. 

"I wasn't expecting you for a couple more hours, and I just couldn't wait!" You stammered as he quickly finished getting undressed, his eyes piercing into your soul with the dark intensity that betrays the power he is about to unleash in you.

Like lightning, he climbs on top of you, pinning you down. You gasp in instinctual fear but are quickly overcome with exhilaration by his power and although you are momentarily scared, you also feel a sense of comfort as his weight bears down on you, his legs spreading out on top of yours, and his feet pushing your ankles into the mattress, making you fully unable to move. He was already rock hard and throbbing right against your sensitive clit, the pre-cum dripping out making it hard for the tip of his cock to stay still, it slips with pressure against your throbbing clit.

"I don't care, you wait for me," he said, sinking his thick cock deep inside you. As it fills you inch by inch, seeming to continue stretching deeper and deeper inside..you cry out in pleasure.

His hands are wrapped around your wrists tightly, holding them on either side of your head. His knees hold your thighs down. You are sure to have bruises later.. but dont care. His hips are resting against yours, and he is deep inside you. He's not moving at all, chuckilng as you struggle against him and whine, desperate for just a little friction. He just smiles down at you, absolutely loving observing you like this. As he bends down, pushing his bare chest against yours, his deep voice in your ear:

"Right now, you're feeling helpless."

Every one of your nerve endings is hypersensitive. Between the sharp pain in your wrists and thighs, his warm skin against yours, and let's not forget the feeling of his lips grazing your ear slightly, you can't help but let a moan escape your lips. In response, he nibbles your earlobe gently.

Mark isn't just teasing you, but himself as well. More than anything the man wanted to just fuck the hell out of you until you couldn't walk. But he is savoring how needy, desperate, and defenseless you are.

"Mark... please... I need to feel you..." You whine. Feeling him throbbing against your walls wasn't enough. He hasn't moved at all except to shove himself inside you, but you could already feel a pool of wetness collecting on the sheet as you continue trying desperately to writhe and wriggle for the slightest feel of his shaft moving inside of you.

He moves your arms over your head, crossing your wrists and holding them with one hand. His other hand made its way to your neck, his fingertips squeezing on the sides gently..but very firmly.

"How does this feel?," he asks softly, his deep voice in your ear making you shudder.

"Fuck.." You gasp for breath, overwhelmed by the symphony of sensation overtaking your soul. 

He leans into your chest again, tightening his grip on your wrists but letting your neck go as his other hand slowly travels down your body. Breathing heavily into your ear, his roughly calloused hand cups your right breast, squeezing it with pleasure for you both.

"You're so pretty," he whispers in your ear as he moves his knees off your legs. You breathe a sigh of relief because, though you didn't wanna say anything, it was actually pretty painful. You said nothing, not because you were scared of his reaction..you trust Mark with your life. You just love how he has you pinned like that. And you know he enjoys it too.

Gently releasing your wrists, he tells you to stay put and to close your eyes. You do, and let out a noise that sounded like a moan and a whine at the same time as he gets off the bed, pulling his dick out of your dripping hole. The sudden empty feeling leaves you feeling needy as you hear a metallic clicking noise. You feel him pulling you up the bed and more metallic clicking noises as you feel something hard and cold around your wrists. Opening your eyes, you realise he's handcuffed you to the metal bars of the bed frame.

You look at Mark, whose eyes are full of lust as he looks at you for a moment, just taking in the sight of you. Biting your lip and smiling, your eyes travel over his naked body. 

You aren't saying anything, but begging with your eyes. Taking advantage of that, he starts stroking his cock, still slick with your juices. Looking you in the eyes, he moans and bites his lip. 

You're struggling against the cuffs, moving your hips, and opening your legs. Wanting him so bad, hating how he's teasing you, but loving it at the same time. You feel like a bratty little spoiled fuckhole just waiting for it.

Another moan escapes his lips as you stare at him, your pussy is twitching watching him stroke his thick cock.

"Mark," you moan, pleading, "please..." 

"Mmmm y/n you sound so desperate.. I love it." He spits on his hand and jerks his cock faster, looking at you. 

Feeling your juices drip down between your ass cheeks, you pull so hard on the cuffs that you feel like they're going to cut you. Your nipples are still rock hard and your pussy is throbbing, aching for his cock. You rub your thighs together, desperate for just a little stimulation.

"Tell me what you want," he groans, his voice shaky, still stroking himself.

"I want you... to fuck me...." You say. 

"Yeah? Beg me."

"Please... please fuck me...." You whine, wigging your hips.

"Mmm," is all he says in response. 

"Fuck me hard.. please... I need your cock," you cry out, barely able to take any more teasing.

"Not good enough." He smirks at you, loving hearing you beg. 

"Give me your fucking cock, Mark!" You yell desperately, like you're going to die if he doesn't fuck you. 

"Fuuuuck," he groans, gripping his cock tight, drops of pre cum starting to leak from the tip.

"Fuck you Mark, you're doing this on purpose," you cry, closing your eyes, the throbbing in your pussy becoming too much to bare.

In the 2 seconds that your eyes are closed, Mark is on top of you, roughly shoving his cock deep inside your needy cunt. 

"FUCK!" You yell, surprised, "fuck me, please, fuck me!" 

His hands are spreading your thighs apart, his fingertips digging into your skin as he thrusts himself in and out. 

He fucks you hard and deep, low groans emitting from his lips as his balls slam against you. 

"Oh my fucking god... Mark... I'm gonna..." before you know it, an orgasm rips through your whole body. Mark had you really worked up, but you weren't aware of how much until he was actually inside you.

But he keeps the same pace, acting like he didn't even notice your whole body shaking or you screaming in pleasure or your pussy gripping his throbbing cock tightly. He just gripped your thighs harder and kept going.

"Fuck yeah y/n, cum on my fucking cock," he growled, not seeming to be the least bit tired. 

A hand released your thigh only to squeeze your left tit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. The hand slowly and firmly made its way to your throat again, as he slowed his pace. 

"Fuck," he moans, looking down at his cock, covered in your slick juices. Still pounding you, he leans over you kissing you deeply. You flex, tightening your pussy around his cock as your legs start to shake. 

"Goddamn!" He yells, pulling away from the kiss. Spitting into his fingers, he reaches down and rubs your clit. You moan loudly, feeling another orgasm approaching.

Pulling hard on the cuffs, you lose total control and scream as you cum, this orgasm more intense than the last one. Mark pinches your nipples hard. The pain mixed with the pleasure leaves you overwhelmed as you wrap your legs tight around him, trying to slow him down because you're too sensitive now. 

Reading your body language, he slows down. You know he would never do anything to hurt you, and he is great at reading you. He is a dominant sadist, but also quick to stop and comfort you the second you need it. 

He takes that chance to catch his breath as he slowly moves his hips back and forth. Your breath is shaky as you come down, your legs loosening from his waist and resting on either side of you.

"Do you want me to continue?" He asks after a few seconds, seeing that you've calmed down.  

You look at him, taking a few seconds to catch your breath, then nod. 

He leans forward and kisses you as he starts going a little faster, at first, then gradually picking up speed. 

"Fuck yes, mark don't stop!" You wail as he grabs your hair at the nape of your neck, pulling your head back. He's fucking you so hard now that the bed frame is banging against the wall. 

"I'm not fucking stopping," he groans in your ear. You wrap your legs around his thick waist, raising your hips, taking in as much of him as you can.

"God y/n you feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock.. fuck..." he moaned in your ear. Even his voice makes you feel so hot.

"Fuck yeah Mark.. it's all for you..."

He puts his hands on the back of your knees, pushing your legs back. Your hips are raised and you can see his cock moving in and out of you. 

"Watch me fuck your sweet pussy..." he whispers, looking you in the eyes.

You closed your eyes, drowning in the pleasure, and he quickly grabbed your hair, forcing you to look. 

"Fucking watch me pound your pussy!" He barked.

"Fuck.. mark..." You cried. 

"Cum for me one more time y/n.. you know you want to..."

He knows your one weakness, hearing him tell you to cum usually makes you cum. 

As he held your head with one hand and your leg next to you against the bed with the other, you felt the orgasm creeping up once again. 

"Oh my god.. cum with me Mark... please... fill me up," you whined.

"Beg me," he said harshly, "beg for cum."

"Please give me your fucking cum mark.. fill me up... please..."

He fucked you harder and deeper, his hips slamming against the back of your thighs, changing position ever so slightly so you could feel his balls with each deep stroke..

"Fuck yeah tight sexy hole.. squeeze like that... fuck!" He hollered out. 

Your whole body shook as you had an orgasm way more intense this time, as you felt his hot cum shooting inside you. His muscles tensed, and he pulled on your hair so hard it was a little more than you wanted.. for just a split second.

You scream his name followed by a string of cuss words as he thrusts deep a couple more times to get every last drop of his cum out, his eyes staring into yours as you become one with the pleasure that you gave created together. Breathing heavily, he finally releases your leg and hair, collapsing on top of you, his head laying on its side on your heaving breasts as he bites your nipple between his teeth and holds it there..

"Shit, you're amazing," he sighs, kissing you deeply before reaching for the key to undo your cuffs.

You groan as you stretch your arms out, and he rolls over off of you. 

"Are you okay?" He asks, rubbing your wrists and thighs where he held you down. His fingers tracing the deep indents from the handcuffs, "I didn't mean to make them so tight..."

"Yes," you reply, rolling over to face him, "you know I don't mind when you're rough with me."

"Then maybe next time, I'll put you in a trap," he chuckled, tucking your hair behind your ear and kissing your lips, enjoying the pressure from your always hungry little mouth.

"Hey now," you playfully smack his arm, "...maybe later."

You both giggle as you pull the blankets over your sweaty bodies. 

You cuddle into his chest, and he kisses your forehead and slides his left hand down into your ass cheek, holding it firmly with enjoyment. Sighing happily, you wonder what he has in store for you tomorrow, as you both drift off to sleep.

[fettuccin-e]

The Devil In Me

Kinktober Day 8: Rough Sex

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (pls wrap it irl guys dont be dumb), rough sex, degradation, slight sadism/masochism, black suit supremacy, matt is kind of violent but thats rlly just who he is yknow (w/c: 1.6K)

A/N: so like even though most of my shit has rough sex this is like a little rougher than i usually write. but theres fluff at the end because i literally cannot help myself lol (I have been using prompts from this list by flightlessangelwings!)

When Matt comes home to you bloodied and battered, fists curled at his sides and jaw clenched, you aren’t afraid. He’s dangerous right now, a man at the end of a wire, teetering dangerously over the edge of insanity.

He’s been pushed and pushed, the devil within him restless and feral. You know that he’s still the man you love; he’s the same Matty that cooks your favorite foods and listens to audiobooks with you and takes you for walks through Central Park.

You love Matt, and the devil that lives within him. To love him is to accept them both, and you do, without hesitation.

So when he stalks toward you, every inch of him dangerous and volatile, you don’t flinch away. You smooth your hands over his scratchy cheeks, thumbing gently over his lips. Soothing an animal. He brings his hands up to grab your wrists, holding them still against his face. He’s practically vibrating with unshed energy, aching to be set free.

“Need you, please,” he rasps, his voice quiet and rough. It’s more of a question than anything else, you know it is.  He always asks, never wants to hurt you. You know that if you were to say no, he’d simply kiss your forehead. He’d tell you he loves you, like he always does, and would go out again. Distancing you from the devil. You’ve never considered saying no, after years of being beside him. These nights are for you as much as they’re for him. They’re brutal, sometimes painful, but you crave them, crave him.

“Yes,” you whisper back to him, and that’s all the confirmation he needs. He growls, and his hands move to grip your hips, hard enough to bruise. They likely will, and later, Matt will kiss them, murmuring little apologies. You’ll giggle at him, telling him that he shouldn’t apologize. You’ll press on them while staring at the mirror, relishing in the soft ache.

Matt kisses you hard, all teeth and spit and tongue, before turning you until your back presses flush against his chest. You let your head lay back against his shoulder as one of his hands snakes down your stomach and under your panties. He cups your pussy without any finesse, his hands rough and calloused against you. 

“So fucking wet,” he grunts, and you whine as his hands part your cunt to run a thick finger over your clit. Your hips jerk forward, chasing his touch, but Matt uses his other hands to shove your hips back against him again. You can feel the thickness of his cock through his clothes, pressing against your ass. Against your better judgment, you grind back against him. Testing, teasing. Something you should never do with a caged animal.

“Fucking-” he chokes out, sounding almost angry. “Bend over for me. Now.” You nearly trip over your own feet in your rush to get to the couch. You can feel how soaked you are, your pussy slick and ruining your panties. You slide them off, but as you reach to take off your sleeping shirt, an old Fogwell’s tee from Matt’s dresser, the devil is already upon you. 

“I said,” he murmurs, “bend over.” He grips your shoulders, shoving them over the back of the couch until you brace yourself with your hands on the cushions. The edge of the couch digs into your lower stomach, but you can barely feel it, your anticipation clouding your senses. Matt smooths a rough hand over your ass, you barely have a moment to breathe before he’s landing a rough smack against you. Pain radiates through you, and you can feel yourself leaking for him. You choke out a soft moan at the impact, and shake minutely as Matt chuckles darkly.

“Fucking slut. You like getting hit? Fuck, you’re soaked, you love it, baby. I know you do. I can fucking smell it.” You whine as Matt leans over you, his lips brushing against your ear. “You can’t run from me, sweetheart,” he whispers, and you swear that you could pass out from the mixture of anticipation and pure lust running through your veins. 

You can hear the rustle of fabric behind you; the undoing of a belt, the sound of a zipper. Your hips twitch minutely when you feel Matt’s hard cock press against you, sliding against your sensitive pussy. The thick head notches against your entrance, and suddenly, Matt is pushing in, in, strong and unyielding. The stretch borders on painful without any prep; Matt is big on a normal day, but he feels even bigger tonight, bullying into your clenching cunt without remorse.

“So fucking tight, shit,” he mutters behind you, and you can only whine in response. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, not like he usually does. He uses you, taking and taking without remorse, desperate for it. He pulls out roughly before plunging back in, making you feel every thick inch of him. He works himself in and out of your sopping pussy, clothed hips slapping against your bare skin, chafing it raw and red and aching. Your hips jerk with every unrelenting thrust, barely able to take it as Matt takes you like a fucking toy.

“Yeah, fucking take it. You little slut, my fucking slut. I own you, I own this fucking pussy, you hear me?”

“Yes, yes, God Matt, fuck, I’m yours. I’m yours, baby,” you slur out. You feel hazy, your vision blurry as Matt fucks you. He can barely ever miss the most sensitive part of your pussy in this position. His cockhead jams into your sweet spot again and again, unrelenting and nearly painful with how much pleasure rockets up your spine. One of his hands presses against the small of your back while the other reaches up to wrap his arm around your neck. He pulls you up, your hands leaving the couch cushions. You have no other choice but to grip onto the forearm pressing into your neck as Matt forces you to arch into the air. 

Matt’s thrusts get deeper, pulling out less and less, until he's simply humping into your cunt like an animal. Choked out whines of “Matt, yes, yes, fuck, oh my God, Matt,” escape unbidden from your throat.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I’m your God right now. I’m the only one who can fuck this pussy, I’m the only one that knows how much of a whore you are.” Matt’s voice is raspy, overwhelmed and absolutely primal. You nearly scream as the hand Matt has on your stomach snakes down to toy with your throbbing clit. “I’m the only one,” he mutters, “who can make you cum. Right?”

“Yes, Matt, yes, please, please make me cum.”

“Fucking cum, slut. Cum for your God.”

You really do scream as Matt pinches your clit, rough and painful, and suddenly, you’re clenching hard around his cock, your nails digging harshly into his forearm. Matt fucks relentlessly into your pussy as you ride out your orgasm, his thick cock bullying you open, breaking you apart. Your orgasm wanes, but Matt just keeps driving himself in. You’re sensitive, so sensitive; your pussy feels used and achy, but Matt just keeps going. Little tears are starting to leak down your cheeks, and fuck, Matt isn’t stopping. He isn’t stopping, isn’t slowing down.

“Matt, I’m so- I’m so sensitive, baby, you gotta-” you slur, but Matt cuts you off with a swift smack to your over-sensitive clit, your body trembling with the pleasure-pain of it all.

“I don’t have to do anything, you got that? You said I could take you, and I fucking will.” His cock keeps jamming into your pussy, and you can feel your wetness sliding down your shaking thighs. They try to clench themselves closed subconsciously, trying to run from Matt’s onslaught, but it’s a fruitless battle.

You can feel another orgasm building in your stomach, the knot within you clenching tighter and tighter. Matt chuckles from behind you, mocking you as your cheeks burn and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Can feel this fucking pussy clenching again. You really gonna cum again, sweetheart? Even when you’re trying to run, you’re still a fucking whore. I always give this pretty pussy exactly what she needs, right sweetheart? God, she’s sucking me in, like you don’t want me to leave, baby.” Matt’s fingers are still pressed against your achy clit, his thrusts shifting his fingers maddeningly up and down. You’re going to cum, you’re going to fucking cum.

“Give it to me, gorgeous,” Matt growls, and he lifts his hand away from your clit just to slap it back down again, sending stinging, glorious lightning straight up your spine.

You have the briefest thought about the unlikelihood of your survival before you’re screaming all over again, your pussy clenching like a vice. It’s nearly painful, your orgasm. You feel like you’ve been ripped apart, destroyed by Matt’s touch. 

Your chest is heaving, shaking, as Matt’s hips begin to stutter in their thrusts.

“Fuck, fuck this pussy’s so fucking good. So fucking tight, ah-” Matt groans, loud and unabashed as he presses himself as deep as he can into your cunt, filling you with his thick cum. You’re weightless, held steady only by Matt and his strong arms. He slips out of you, and you whimper softly at the feeling of his cum running down your slick, ruined pussy.

You barely feel it when Matt turns you in his arms, lifting you into the air to carry you into your shared bedroom. The silk sheets are comforting and cool on your overheated body as Matt lays you gently onto them. He lays next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You can hear him vaguely, like you're underwater, cooing about how you are are, how perfect. You breathe against his warm, strong chest, relishing in the closeness.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” Matt murmurs into the quiet of the room, and you press a kiss to his skin.

“Mhm,” you mumble. “Love my Matty, love my Devil too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you sigh, nuzzling into his chest.

“Well,” Matt whispers, “If I’m your devil, you’re my angel, sweet girl.”

“Hm.” You say. You can already feel yourself drifting off, safe and warm and loved. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“I know you are.”

[seretoningghost]

Tomura Shigaraki x Male Reader

Warnings : Belt play, breath play, overstimulation, masochism, light sadism (but its just Y/N enjoying the other kinks and enjoying giving them to Shigaraki)

Idk why he gives me so much inspo, I swear I have other fics in the works like Mezo and Tamaki - I swear😭

Today's Tomura's Vibe song has to be Animal by Mindless Self Indulgence.

Powerbottom Y/N

THIRD PERSON POV

Here Tomura was again, laying on the bed - legs hanging off the bed, feet planted on the ground, pants barely halfway down his thighs.

His belt ripped from its loops, and instead secured around his throat - buckled and squeezing.

Tomura's vision went hazy, tongue lolled, chin dribbling with spit.

Eyes lovestruckenly staring up at Y/N, who was moaning lovely above him - not even looking at him with the bliss from riding his poor denied cock.

Y/N kept the belt taught, listening to Tomura gasp and gargle for breath - but grinning internally as Y/N could feel Tomura's cock throb strongly with each gasp inside him.

One of Tomura's hands held tight to the fine leather belt, unable to relieve some of the tension to even sneak a breath - not like he wanted to anyways.

And his right death gripping on Y/Ns hip, fingers digging into the sexy flesh.

This time Tomura had said something along the lines of finding leadership sexy, and Y/N had to put him in his place - beneath his form.

Y/N had to make sure that despite to everyone elses knowledge - that Tomura was not in charge here.

Tomura always loved to tease Y/N - and get his very own belt used on him.

Tomura even bought a fancy belt with tightening brackets that go the full length of the belt so it could secure around his neck.

Instead of with every bounce of Y/N's hot hips - untightening slightly.

"F-Fuck..." Tomura whimpered, eyes pricking with tears, cock twitching wildly.

The dolly pink hearted cock ring around his straining cock keeping him from ejaculating right then again, just like it had all night.

Tomura knew it was fruitless to beg for release - Y/N was a real powerbottom, and didnt stop until he was satisfied.

Tomura's cock was slowly but surely getting uncomfortable - and raw, it ached and longed to fill Y/N's blazing hot tight insides with his load, but couldn't.

But he was getting more and more addicted to the sensation the more times they did this.

Tomura's eyes got a tad too murky, a soft gasp left his lips, Y/N noticed - looking down and smiling softly.

Moaning softly as he gently slowed down, giving Tomura's belt slack.

Tomura let out a long moan, taking in several panting breaths.

Both oxegyn finally running to his brain and cock - but the man is driven by the cock.

His head throbbed with the impending heavy hangover like headache for tomorrow - and he could more clearly feel the overstimulation in his limb buried deep inside Y/N.

"A-ah-...!" Shigaraki whined.

But now instead gripped tight onto Y/Ns hips, letting out soft panty "ah"s as he made shallow but rather quick thrusts up into Y/N.

Y/N grinning as he pushed his hips down into the thrusts.

Shigaraki's eyes swelled with tears, it hurt, but hurt good.

Shigaraki was at this point only being fueled by the sensation consuming and radiating from his cock.

The vessel for pleasure throbbing harshly inside of Y/N - much to Y/N's enjoyment.

"Y-Y/N~... Y/N~! I-I w-wanna cu-M!" Shigaraki was cut off as Y/N pulled taught on the belt.

Shigaraki loosing his breath and letting out a pleasured cracky squeak, cock throbbing intensely - he would have came just then.

Y/N grinned wildly, recalling how fun it was to ride him with the belt without the cock ring - Shiggy came so much when they did that, but he rarely lasted half the time the duo had been at it currently.

Shigaraki gasped lovingly, gripping tight onto Y/Ns hips, mind being consumed with the desire to pump Y/N full.

Whining animalistically Shigaraki's back arched up, chest heaving as he audibly sucked in air.

Y/N grinned, wrapping the belt around his clenched fist - his hand hardly being 6" from Shigaraki's face.

Tomura's eyes dilated to finally get his sexy hand in view - but once he did - a grin cracked on Shigaraki face.

"O-OhhhHhhhh~" Shigaraki groaned brokenly, cock throbbing again.

If his hardened nipples weren't noticable from under his black shirt before - now they were.

Shigaraki was without a doubt - if he wasn't before - in love.

Shigaraki would be slobbering over Y/N's hand gripped around the belt if it were close enough and still choking him - or be taking Y/Ns cock in his mouth.

"S-Sadist-i-ic p-puppy~" Shigaraki whimpered, tilting his head back slightly.

Y/N moaned, grinning as he leaned forward slightly, getting in Shigaraki's view again.

Tugging on the belt - Shigaraki's eyes dilated again, focusing on Y/N's face.

"Shiggy~ ohh~... Your doing s-so g-gooood for me~.." Y/N purred.

Tomura groaned weakly back, cock throbbing, the demeaning nickname got his rocks off so bad.

If he could be both complimented and degraded in one sentance with it seeming natural - he got so fucking hard.

Y/N sat up fully again, biting his lip - his own cock throbbing.

His prostate was being berated with Tomura's large size.

Y/N whimpered softly, wrapping his free hand tightly around the base of his cock - it throbbing madly in his hand.

Y/N drastically slowed, and gave slack to the belt.

"S-Shiggy~? You ready to cum baby~?" Y/N whimpered, biting his lip and shuddering.

It took a moment but Shigaraki's eyes cleared, giving a stressed loud whimper - nodding frantically.

"Y-Yea-Yeah!" He blurted raspily.

It hurt his throat to talk - but that wouldnt stop him from being verbal during sex.

His cock throbbed wildly.

"Okay~.... Hold back for me babe~.." Y/N whined, pulling off of Shigaraki's cock panting.

Shigaraki simply groaned, feeling his release get dangerously close as Y/N slowly slipped the ring strangling his cock.

But Tomura knew the punishment - he tried his very best to hold it back.

Cock throbbing with a cold pulsation as blood steadily flowed back to his red cock.

Y/N whimpered, seeing the poor sexy cock - wanting to give it a deserved stroke, but knew Tomura would burst then.

"A bit longer Shiggy~.. Your doing soooo good~...." Y/N whined, sitting down on the cock again.

Savoring each raw inch that filled his tight ass.

Finally down to the hilt, the duo panted - both of them staving off orgasm.

Y/N moaned softly, beginning to slowly bounce of Shigaraki's cock.

Y/N got to a medium pace, moaning loudly as he gripped his hand onto his cock.

"C-Cum!" Y/N moaned, instantly pulling taught on the belt.

Shigaraki groaned brokenly, dick throbbing wildly against Y/N's moving walls as he finally released his large load.

Eyes fogging over again he whimpered and moaned strained, clawing onto Y/N's hips like Y/N was the only thing keeping him alive.

Humping up into Y/Ns thrusts.

His orgasm felt like heaven, but soon another overwhelming orgasm rushed over his quivering cock.

Y/N mewling as he let go of his own cock - thick ropes of cum staining Shigaraki's shirt - even getting some on Shigaraki's cheek.

Y/N shuddering lovingly at the hot feeling seeping into him, quickly spreading throughout his insides, pooling into him.

"O-OooHhh~ agAin~!" Y/N whimpered, back arching like a slut.

Shigaraki's arching as well, as if he even heard Y/N ask, he was too long gone in pleasure.

Groaning lowly as he released another load, cock getting much more overstimulated now.

Whimpering and huffing now, out of breath as it stung - but he couldn't get enough of Y/N.

Still hard as a diamond, and throbbing wildly he kept at it.

Y/N's spine wracked with euphoria as Shigaraki kept going, moaning loudly as his cock bobbed - squirting another load messily over Tomura's shirt.

Y/N bit his tongue, groaning loudly as he grabbed tight hold of his cock - fisting his dick madly as he milked his throbbing member.

The two simply whimpered loudly and moaned, Tomura groaning loudly as he let out a orgasm laced with painful overstimulation after.

Tomura kept going however - as he was slowly softening - watching Y/N rub one more out.

Y/N moaning loudly, throwing his head back as he came again.

Shigaraki slowly pacing down as Y/Ns hips stopped moving.

Stopping - panting loudly as Y/N released his belt - his cock steadily softening inside of Y/N.

Tomura's dick throbbed wildly.

The two sat in silence, panting and enjoying eachother.

Finally Y/N sat up a bit straighter.

"You did sooooo good Shiggy~." Y/N cooed affectionately, smiling.

"Y-yeAh...." Shigaraki crackedly whispered, smiling.

"You oWe me Lots of lEMon wAter..."

"Yeah? Well your the one who buys sexy belts like these~..." Y/N grinned, teasing as he twirled the end of the belt.

Shigaraki turned red.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

can you do something like Dom!Tom x F!reader but Tom is a bit sadistic. And its ends with a aftercare and a cute fluff (thank you and have a wonderful night!)

Pain = Pleasure | Tom Kaulitz

warnings: rough sex, sadism and masochism, swearing.

you stood infront of him, naked as he was sitting on the bed, palming himself through his black boxers.

his eyes were wild and lustful, he looked ready to eat you, a predator looking for his prey. he was ready to ruin you again and again, over and over, with no mercy for you fragile and small body.

you got down on your knees, ready to take him in his mouth and make him feel how much you worshipped him, but he shook his head.

he loved when you gave him blowjobs but now it was not the time, he had something different in mind.

he pointed to the floor, right infront of the mirror. “face down, ass up.” were his only words and you quickly did as he said, like always.

he loved how submissive you were to his every demand, you were like a puppet on a string, him being your master and moving you like he wanted.

tom came right behind you, looking down at you before making eye contact through the mirror. your big, innocent-looking eyes made him weak.

he positioned himself to your entrance, but not going in, just teasing you with his tip.

“tom, please.” you whined, you needed him more than ever.

“who’s tom?” he arched his eyebrow at you, stopping his teasing. you understood what he wanted.

“i-i meant daddy.” you almost whispered, suddenly feeling shy. it wasn’t the first time you guys did this but every time it felt new.

“aw, are you embarrassed?” he said mockingly seeing your red cheeks, “are you embarrassed of being such a horny slut?”

his words only made you moan, and he laughed. “look at you, moaning without being touched. you’re dropping already.”

“please i can’t w-wait anymore!” you cried out arching your back even more, literally throwing your ass in the air.

tom grabbed both of your cheeks and squeezed them before spanking you, leaving a big red mark on it. “count to three.”

all you did was nod frantically and began counting, “o-one…”

“t-two…”

“thr-“ and there it was. his length all inside you at once, taking you by surprise. you moaned out loud, almost crying since he didn’t give you time to prepare.

tom was already pounding in you harder and harder, admiring how your skin connected and loving the sounds it made. “you’re so tight. fuck.”

he groaned throwing his head back. you watched him through the mirror, biting your lower lip at the sight of you two. he looked so majestic as his dick went in and out of you, his muscles contracting because of the strength he was using and his big hands gripping your hips tightly.

he noticed you looking on the mirror and smirked, making you blush since you were caught. you tried to look away turning your head, but he grabbed your hair and forced your head down on the floor.

“no, look at you as i fuck you like the slut you are.” his voice was so demanding and stern. it made you go crazy.

“h-harder! please go harder!” you pleaded, starting to bounce back on his length. tom grabbed by your hair, getting you up forcefully, your back against his chest.

with the other hand he picked up his belt from the floor and wrapped it around your neck, making you gasp for air.

his other hand went down your clit, starting to finger you. you started crying, it was just too much. everything was making you overwhelmed.

suddenly he let you go and you fell down gasping and coughing. but nothing seemed to stop him.

tom flipped you over on your back like you weighted nothing and started pounding in you again, this time your legs on his shoulders.

“oh my g-god tom! t-too much!” you couldn’t even form correct sentences from the overstimulation you were feeling. he slapped you, grabbing your jaw.

“speak only when spoken to.” he said before opening your mouth and spitting in it, closing it for you.

you swallowed as tears streamed down you face, your cheek burning. you were sure he had left a mark, but you didn’t care.

the reality was, you and tom always had this dynamic, he loved being the dominant one, making you his slave, your body an object for him to use.

and why not add a little pain to it? you both liked it anyway. he liked inflicting it, you receiving it, that’s why you went together so well.

“i-i c-can’t anymore! please!” he knew it wasn’t true, since you knew your safe word to use when it was really too much.

“what did i say? fucking shut up!” he growled, grabbing the belt again, this time folding it in two.

soon it came in contact with the skin on your thighs making you scream and arching your back. tom chuckled darkly, “learn to listen to me next time.” he said, hitting you again on the same spot.

at this point you were a mess, only sounds were coming out of you and sometimes words or phrases that didn’t make any sense. tom attacked your neck with biting and sucking, leaving red spots all over it. he loved marking you as his. all this bruises he left were his way of saying and telling others that no one could touch you. “s-so pathetic, getting off me whipping you. you’re all mine. say it!”

“i-i’m yours!” you whined as salty tears never stopped falling.

soon you both came, you from the mix of pain and pleasure you were receiving, bringing you to the finish line. tom from using your body in his own liking.

he fell on top of you when you finished, breathing heavily. you were trembling, your legs felt like jelly.

after some minutes tom got up and picked you up in his arms, taking you to the bed. he kissed you on your forehead, wiping your tears away. you nodded going under the bed covers.

“wait a second.” he said walking out of the room, coming back some seconds later with water and your favourite chocolate snacks.

he made you drank water and then fed the snack to you, eating one of it himself. he knew you were too tired for a shower so he said fuck it, you guys could’ve showered the next morning.

“i love you baby. are you alright?” tom tilted his head looking at you.

“yes, i’m just tired. are you okay?” you smiled at him sweetly, making his heart flutter.

he liked the fact that you always asked how he felt too after a session, especially the rough ones like this. you understood that even doms had the right to the aftercare.

“i’m alright baby, let’s just cuddle and sleep okay?” he said speaking softly, such a contrast with his stern tone just some moments before.

“can you spoon me?” you asked while turning on your side, making him chuckle.

“you don’t need to ask.”

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: formatting next chapter for tumblr! there are currently 4 posted on ao3. i have the 5th in the works! it gets spicy!

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Chapter 2: Intimacy and Exposure

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By mid afternoon, you and Megumi are both exhausted with your full course load. You both major in biology, no emphasis right now. Megumi loves animals, so he will probably pursue something veterinary later. As for you, you’re undecided. You chose biology because it’s very general and broad, and also so you could be with Megumi more. You would never tell him that, though. You just say “idk maybe some science-y crap” and shrug it off.

You weren’t able to get lunch, so you both decide to visit a coffee shop after your last class of the day. A snack and some caffeine would help get you through for a while until you decide what you want to eat that night.

Megumi orders his usual black cold brew and muffin. The barista asks how to spell his name, and giggles? Is she flirting with him?

“That’s a cute name…” She says as she writes it down on his cup. “And for you…?” She barely glances at you.

You’re not sure how you feel in that moment. Was she flirting with Gumi? Am I jealous? Why is my heart racing?

“Oh I’ll just get an iced black tea and a banana bread please.” You try to not show your emotions while speaking. You’re not sure why you feel this way though.

You hope and pray to whoever is out there, any deity listening, that Megumi would not see you blushing and jealous.

You think you’re in the clear, he didn’t notice. He drives you home and you scroll your phone, acting like everything is normal. In reality, you’re shaking.

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Sitting around the table, you both have your laptops and books out in front of you. It’s been a couple hours of studying, and you’re ready to take a break.

“Gumi, can we take a break and watch something? If I read the word bacteria one more time I’m going to go insane.” You tell him more than ask, already getting up out of your seat. You’re yawning, walking straight towards your bedroom, not even bothering to wait up for him. You already know he will follow.

Your room is hyperfeminine, plushies everywhere, cute shit everywhere. But you also have a mix of other stuff, like your consoles and gaming setup (that Megumi helped you get), a bass guitar that you’ve barely touched, piles of books you haven’t sorted yet.

You turn the tv on, hopping onto your bed. Megumi follows and lies next to you. You’re already aware of his presence and he isn’t even touching you.

“What do you wanna watch, Gumi?” You ask as you scroll through different apps.

“Whatever you want, you have better taste in movies and shows.” He doesn’t really care, he just savors the opportunity to be close to you. He lies behind you, almost touching but not quite. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of your hair. He feels weird thinking that your hair smells nice.

You choose some random comedy show, not caring to pay any attention. You just wanted a chance to rest and turn your brain off for a while.

Megumi moves a little close, resting his hand on the side of your abdomen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been close to Megumi, you both used to cuddle under the same blanket on cold nights or huddle under one when playing games as kids. But for some reason, now it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware? It has to be that, right?

Your heart beats faster, your skin feeling warm to the touch with every movement he makes. Does he notice? Is he aware of these things too? Am I overthinking things?

An hour passes by, but it feels like an eternity. You’re so hyperaware that every second feels like 20 minutes have passed. He hasn’t done more than gently caress the side of your body. He doesn’t seem to be making any advances. So why is this so painful to endure? Why does a simple touch make your body feel hot, with something pooling in between your legs?

Megumi is aware. You think he isn’t, but he can tell. Your breathing is irregular, your pulse is uneven, your skin is hot. He notices, and it drives him insane. But he’s respectful, he wouldn’t try anything. You are basically siblings with how long you’ve known eachother and lived together.

It’s getting hard to breathe. Even the lightest touch sends jolts through your body. You turn around to meet his gaze, with a look he’s never seen before. Your face is red, you’re struggling to breathe, while looking into his eyes like you know his secret. He’s flushing too, starting to sweat, feeling heat spread through his body. Your eyes are intoxicating to Megumi.

He looks at your eyes, then your panting lips, and back to your eyes again. He’s thinking of everything he wants to do to you, he doesn’t care if it’s wrong.

He touches your cheek, caressing you gently. Your breath hitches as he’s so close to you. He runs his fingers down your neck, before he pushes you to your back. It’s not forceful by any means, but mostly surprising.

He’s on top of you, pinning your arms to your pink bedsheets as he leans down towards you.

“Y/N…” he breathlessly speaks, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You definitely do not want it to stop. You’re staring up at him with your doe eyes, unable to control your breathing. He leans in closer, his face not even an inch away from yours.

His lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, you didn’t think he would be so intense, and this good at kissing. He’s biting your lip, trying to elicit little yelps and mewls from you. He’s kissing you so roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Megumi is still on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

You can feel his heartbeat, his hot skin, his bulge against your body. You don’t know why, but you lift your hips and legs up a bit to angle yourself better against his body. Feeling him so close, pressing into you was making you feel almost drunk.

He releases one of his hands from pinning yours so he can caress your cheek a bit more. His hand travels down your neck again, moving towards your chest, before eventually resting at the bottom hem of your shirt.

He’s giving you sloppy kisses, before he momentarily stops to ask you a question. “Y/N, can I?” he asks while gentle tugging on your shirt.

You giggle. He’s too damn cute. You nod your head yes and he releases your other hand.

You pull your shirt above your head, leaving your bralette on.

He looks down at your flushed frame, no longer hidden behind some random band t-shirt. The moment you take your shirt off, he’s harder than ever before. You feel him poking into you a bit.

He kisses you with more passion this time, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. He’s grunting and making little moans in between kisses.

He lifts his head a bit to look at you and moves his hand over your bralette. He admires the intricate lace detail, thinking it suits you perfectly. He licks his lips. You know he wants to desperately feel what’s under, but you decide to tease him a bit.

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your bodies to be even closer. He grunts a bit, looking at you. You smirk and pull his head back down to make out with you.

You’re grinding against him with fervor, unrelenting and unforgiving. The feeling of him rubbing against you is oh so good, and extremely hot.

He moves his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. “May I, Y/N?” You think it’s sweet that he asked. You decide to reward him a bit.

You roll him over and push him against the mattress. You quickly get up and pull your shorts off, leaving your panties on. You take your bralette off. He’s watching you like a starved dog, savoring every second of this.

You pull his sweatpants off, leaving only his boxers on. He’s looking at you, with wide eyes, excited and surprised.

You straddle his waist, sitting on top of him. You grind against him, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his lips. You lean towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, before leaving a trail down his neck. You suck on his skin, giving him small and faint lovebites. He looks so cute.

You have a suddenly devious idea. “Megumi, can I try something?”

He instantly nods yes; he wants you to do anything and everything with him.

“Lay down then, please. I want to try something I saw online once….” You say as you move towards his head. You’re hovering above him now. He’s directly at eyelevel with your clothed pussy, and he feels his boxers get tighter the closer you get.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, please <3.” You hum as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto his face.

He can feel your drenched cunt against his mouth and instinctually starts getting at it. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. Megumi couldn’t really breathe, but he didn’t care. He could die right now and have no regrets. He would die a happy man.

You moan as he’s sucking and flicking between your folds. The noises you make drive him even more insane, he thinks he could cum right then with how much of a turn on it is.

You lift yourself up, giving him a moment to catch his breath as you look down at him. He’s staring up at you with the eyes of an animal.

You sit back down, and he continues once more. Sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of your essence, and basically fucking the air. He’s straining against his boxers now, desperate for any touch or release.

You have another idea. You lift yourself back up and turn around, your cunt still in front of his face. You lean down towards his straining cock. You push your cunt back down on his face, and like a good boy, he continues again.

“Fuck Megumi…” You whimper out as you push against his tongue. You move your hand over his boxers, palming his cock. You notice he’s quite big and you’re a little scared.

You release his cock from his underwear and it springs up. Megumi grunts under your touch. You stroke his cock a bit, slowly. That’s not your objective however.

You lift up once more as you move to spit on top of his cock. Megumi moans again, feeling the sensation of your spit covering the head of his cock.

You sloppily kiss the tip, earning a moan and a few curses from Megumi. “Fuck… Y/N.”

You move forward to suck the tip, before letting it come out with an audible pop sound. “You have hands too, Megumi…”

Your pussy is still in front of him, and he gently moves his hand to brush over your clit, circling it. You moan as you take him back into your mouth again. You’re desperately hoping this feels good, it’s your first time doing any of it.

Megumi pushes his index finger in, noticing how wet and tight your cunt already is. He’s salivating at the thought of when he can fuck your tight hole, but he’s content with just learning your body for now. Everytime he pumps his finger in and out, he hears your sweet, angelic voice.

The way you respond to his touch is music to your ears. Your mewls and whimpers drive him crazy enough already.

You take his cock back in your mouth, trying to push more in as he fucks you with his finger. He adds another of his slender fingers inside, feeling how he’s stretching you already. You moan around his cock, and this turns Megumi on more.

He moves to push you against the bed again, pushing your body down gently. He never breaks contact with your cunt, as he starts to fingerfuck you even harder. He’s watching you squirm and moan under his touch, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Megumi… Aah!!” His touch is relentless. He wants to hear every sound you can possibly make. He finger fucks you harder, feelings your walls clamp around his fingers. He uses his other hand to rub circles around your clit. You’re nearing your climax, and he’s eager to see all of it.

You’re drunk in the pleasure that is Megumi’s skilled fingers. He brings you to the edge, watching as pleasure washes over your entire body. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wanting to savor your juices all while never breaking eye contact with you.

Your chest is heaving, but you want to make this man feel good too. You roll over and crawl across the bed towards him. He sits atop the bed once more, spreading his legs open and smirking.

The way you’re crawling towards him is incredibly hot. He knows what you’re about to do.

You make your way to his cock, spitting on it once more and stroking it a bit. You know you can’t fit all of this beast, but you want to try your hardest.

You look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth. You make it about halfway before you feel at your limit.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl,” he praises you as you drool over his cock. He gently grabs your hair, not tugging but mostly just applying pressure.

Your pussy drips again at the praise as you continue to go up and down. You’re finding a rhythm to breathe and still go at a decent pace. Using your hands also helps, and whenever you fondle his balls, Megumi’s eyes roll back into his head a bit.

“Y/N.. I’m close..” He says as he bucks his hips against your mouth. “Please.. don’t stop..”

You suck harder and moan against his cock. You don’t particularly like the idea of cum in your mouth, but for Megumi, you would do it.

He covers the back of your throat with his cum, and groans as you empty his balls like an expert. “Y/N… fuck…”

You pull back up, trying to not show how displeased you are with the taste of cum.

“That was… fuck…” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Fucking… amazing…”

You’re laying down together again, not even caring to get dressed again. The studying can wait for later, for now you want to relish this moment.

You’re not sure what this means between you two, but you’re still happy that it happened. You yawn as he snuggles around you as the big spoon, surrounding by the same fuzzy blanket and cute plushies.

He thinks it’s so cute how tired you get after that. He lays there as you fall asleep before him, memorizing and tracing every detail of your body.

Toji comes home not long after Megumi finally passes out. He doesn’t see food on the table, and goes to check your room. He sees you and Megumi, asleep under your fuzzy pink comforter.

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