#quick release strap

[rezerowatchbands]

Blue Beige Alligator Grain Quick Release Band

Premium Quality: Made from genuine leather, ensuring durability and a comfortable fit.

Alligator Grain: The elegant alligator grain pattern adds a touch of luxury to your watch.

Quick Release: Easily swap straps without the need for tools, making it convenient to change your style.

Multiple Sizes: Available in 19mm, 20mm, 21mm, and 22mm widths, compatible with a variety of watches.

Versatile Compatibility: Suitable for a wide range of traditional watches, perfect for any occasion.

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Se sei alla ricerca di una tracolla per fotocamere che unisca eleganza, praticità e sicurezza, questa tracolla a sgancio rapido potrebbe essere la soluzione ideale. Con una confezione curata e un design funzionale, è pensata per soddisfare sia i fotografi amatoriali che i professionisti. Confezione e Contenuto La tracolla arriva in una confezione elegante che si apre a libro, offrendo…

[b0tster]

most popular transgender maybe, but "top"? 🤔

oh u sweet summer child

[satorena]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. an ugly, green eyed monster resides in the pits of your guts, and to his utmost confusion— don’t you know he has eyes for you only?

cw. 18+. lowkey sub gojo. a littleee foot action. reverse cowgírl. cunningulūs. sorta ruined orgașm. fem!reader. 3k wc.

you’re upset.

you’re upset with him.

what he’d thought had been the perfect date at the perfect restaurant with the most perfect partner, had positively gone to shit, and he’s not sure who’s to blame. himself or that unnecessarily audacious waitress— who might get blacklisted as soon as he gets home for having the nerve to foul his girlfriend’s mood.

(but not you. you’re never to blame. you can literally do no wrong in his eyes.)

he tries to ease the tension in his sleek car by talking your ear off about god knows what, reminds you how beautiful you look in your suede dress, rubs the pad of his thumb at the smooth skin of your thigh— but to no avail, you remain as quiet as you’d been back in that crappy establishment.

after all, there’s only so many “wow’s”, “insane’s,” and “that’s crazy’s” you can muster. . . right?

wrong.

because when you both make it to your shared condo, he hangs his keys on their respective hanger and immediately kneels on one knee. you don’t seem surprised in the slightest— and he’d be a horrible boyfriend if you had been, you deserve nothing short of the ultimate princess package — arms crossed over your chest expectantly.

and just who is he to disappoint you?

his fingers get to work with quickness— expertly as they undo the straps of your heels. he can’t imagine the pain your gorgeous feet endure just for the sake of his lowly self. so he grants you a short but tender foot rub where your skin reddens. his knuckles ease some tension where it throbs, and the soft hum you release is enough to bring a smile on his lips.

he’s finally doing something right.

you roll your ankle once he’s finished his caress, face as stoic as ever, but before you can even think about resting your foot on the floor, he lowers himself and kisses. he peppers the ankle bone in hot, gentle kisses that come from the depths of his soul, and trails his way up from your calf all the way up to your mid thigh. when he lays down the last of his embrace to your leg, cerulean eyes flutter open and meet yours— eyes narrow just slightly.

he doesn’t falter in the slightest, parroting every movement onto the next leg. he undoes the straps of your heels, massages your foot, and spoils your leg in kisses once more. there isn’t an inch of you that doesn’t smell nothing short of divine.

but the moment fleets as soon as it came, and you make your way to your shared bedroom in the blink of an eye. his knee may ache against the hard floor, but he finds it impossible to keep his eyes off of you— there’s a certain elegance in every step you take towards the bedroom, hips swaying with divine femininity, fingers fumbling as they work to undo the hook at the top of your dress.

it’s only when you arrive at the door, that you take a beat of a pause. he doesn’t take his eyes off of you once. he doesn’t think he could if he wanted to, anyway. there’s a pregnant silence in the air, safe from the ticking of the clock in the living room. it seems you’ve finally managed, as your arms lower to rest at your sides and your dress slips comedically slow from your frame and pools at your ankles.

his dick immediately stirs to life. you’d gone commando this whole time. and it’s only when your hand hovers over the knob of the door, you cast him a look over your shoulder, the ghost of a smirk tugging at your coloured lips. you step out of the dress and waltz into your shared space, and he doesn’t think he’s ever ran this fast in his life, tumbling over scattered items in the house in desperate attempts to get to you.

(he picks up your fallen dress of course.)

oh, you’re so beautiful yet so cruel. he admires the duality you carry with ease— like a deceitful siren luring pathetic fishermen into the sea, he falls for your trap with no regards of his own safety, enamoured by your entire existence.

which was how he found himself bound to your king sized bed, limbs restrained to the headrest and his cock throbbing in his tight slacks. he’s flushed from the neck up— he’s so hard it hurts, watching as you pay him absolutely no mind, carrying on with your nightly routine. the anticipation drives him insane, as you pace from the bathroom, the sound of the shower running, before pacing back to your bedroom, grabbing your essentials before heading back to the bathroom.

all the while adorned in your birthday suit. wet and naked— his favorite combination.

god, you’re cruel.

after an infinity and a half, you come out of the bathroom, now wrapped in your silk robe, hair tied up and face completely bare. christ— just when he thought you couldn’t get any prettier. you sit at your vanity, grabbing at whatever tools you needed for your lash care, and that’s his final straw.

“princess,” he croaks, hoping he sounds as desperate as he feels. you tilt your head back, expression entirely remorseless, though you do cock a brow. he swallows harshly, “c’mon, untie me already. please?”

you blink at him, spoolie in hand, “for what?”

for what? isn’t it obvious? for him to grab at your hips, pull you over his face and tongue fuck you so raw that he erases all traces of negative emotions in your soul that’d come to life within the past few hours and have you forgive him of any wrongdoing.

duh.

gojo’s a smarter man and keeps those thoughts to himself. instead, he heaves out a deep sigh that kins to a whine and shifts his hips, “to properly apologize, baby.”

you turn your focus back onto your own reflection in the mirror, running the brush over your lash extensions. even when you pretend to ignore him, you’re beautiful. he doesn’t miss the way you cast him look through the glass though, “well what’s stopping you?”

he tugs his wrists against his ties restricting him as an answer, an exasperated look coating his face. truthfully, he could’ve easily managed his way out of this predicament but then he’d have to deal with your attitude worsening. he’s already on your bad side and doesn’t wish to stay there longer. so, he’s willing to sit this torture out just to have you forgive him.

but good lord, his balls hurt.

you put the spoolie down and sigh. hope blooms in his chest as you stand up from your vanity and make your way towards the bed. as you begin to crawl into bed, he spreads his legs a little further, creating an opening in case you were to change your mind. you have an unreadable expression on your pretty face, and he can’t lie, it’s kind of worrying him.

and turning him on, but fork spotted in kitchen, right?

you take the bait and make your way in between his legs. though, instead of releasing him from his restriction, you sit criss cross and give him a long look. his chest heaves and he’s starting to feel like those madmen scientists that come close to achieving whatever bullshit project they’d poured years of their lives into.

you don’t falter, however, “you want to properly apologize?”

he nods eagerly, like a puppy trying to please its owner, and frankly, that’s exactly what it is. some may call him desperate— pathetic even, but they’ve never came close to having the god earned blessing of having you as their partner. and they never will, so respectfully, they can shut the fuck up.

“that’s all i want.” he emphasizes, and for extra measure, “let me say sorry the best way i know how.”

he watches the gears turn in your pretty head. and, with a convictive nod, you stretch your arms backwards to support your body weight as you bend your knees and spread your legs. and whether or not you meant to send him to the great court in the sky, you swipe your tongue against your index and middle finger, before crawling them down your stomach and right at your cunt, spreading your lips apart in a filthy fucking sound.

his eyes might as well pop out of their sockets in heart shapes as his jaw falls slack. he thinks he hears his stomach growl in hunger, eyes narrowing at the sight of the meal he craves most. your robe slips past your shoulder and reveals a sexy amount of collarbone and boob, while simultaneously slipping past your hips, revealing the cash prize.

your dripping pussy.

his throat runs dry as all rational thoughts are immediately thrown out the window. if he doesn’t have your cunt in his mouth this instant, he might actually die. she clenches around nothing and trickles a tantalizing trail of slick. you have the world’s prettiest smile on your lips, and despite deriving pleasure from his demise, he’d gladly let you ruin him if it got you this turned on.

“thought you wanted to apologize, toru?” you ask him, with feigned innocence and a tilt of your head. and if the cutesy bat of your lashes wasn’t enough to kill him, then dragging your foot over the print of his bulge definitely did. you rest the arch of your heel over his shaft and experimentally roll it around. he didn’t even consider he was into foot play, but coming from you? another box checked from his kink list.

he groans, hips chasing the pleasure set ablaze in his fiery guts, “god— i do. i really, really do,” lord knows if you keep this up, he’s never going to beat the minute man allegations. and frankly? he doesn’t care.

“but i’m right here,” you coo, lowering your foot to cradle at where resides his heavy balls. you nudge at the sack and the whimper that follows his lips cracks a pity pout on your own, “what’s the hold up?”

this psychological ass torture. at this rate, he figures you know he knows he can free himself out of the ties at any given moment. but doing so would definitely upset you. and the chances of him getting some would be slim to absolutely none.

you beautiful yet painfully cruel woman.

“you know what’s the hold up,” he groans, fighting both inner demons and the urge to paint his boxers white, “at this point, you don’t even need to untie me— just let me eat you out, please.”

and like the angel sent from heaven you are, you comply. had he been released from the binding, he’d gladly be kicking his feet in the air and twirling a strand of snowy locks in his fingers in pure bred excitement. except, in the position he’s in, that outcome is not possible. but never fear— munch man is here!

and with his back pressed against the headboard, you stand on the bed, your feet at each side of his hips, and bend forward— not without a quick look back and a knowing smirk of course. and from this angle, with your spine dipping into a sinful curve, he’s presented with a view that puts the goddess of beauty herself to shame.

the roundness of your ass paired with the fullness of your cunt— a two for once combo. hell fucking yeah.

and he wastes no time. he stretches his neck as far as it allows him to and then some, as he indulges into the five star michelin meal that is your pussy. with your arms stretched out and your hands supporting your body’s weight, you moan gracefully into the quiet of the night, your sounds unfortunately overshadowed by the slurping of his filthy mouth at your sloppy core. if he was a better man, he’d have reduced his own volume at the expense of hearing yours,

but it was just so hard when you tasted so good.

and like the selfish bastard he is, he doesn’t quiet down. doesn’t even think to, instead voicing out his delights in the art of cunningulus. yes, because being blessed with the opportunity to have your pussy in his mouth is nothing short of art itself. he flicks his tongue from that sensitive bundle of nerves and drags it up to your tight hole, and tongue fucks the shit out of you.

“s-shit, baby,” a soft mewl comes from your voice. he feels a hand caress his hair, and when your manicured nails claw at those locks, he feels his cock jump eagerly in his pants, “that’s it— fuck, eat it right.”

he’s a weak, weak man. you grind your hips back on his face and praise him for doing what he was put on this earth to do, all the while riding his tongue. he flattens the muscle and lets you use him like the toy he is— up and about for your pleasure, always. if he died suffocating between your plush thighs, don’t mourn his death, because he went out doing the thing he loved,

you.

it feels like both forever and a second when he’s rewarded with your juices. you wail and cry out his name, and before he knows it, you’re gushing all over him— his nose, his mouth, his chin. to the best of his abilities, he widens his jaw and slurps everything you have to offer him. the taste is so authentically you, a sweet nectar you couldn’t pull out of the ripest of fruits from a tree. his face is moist and damp and the only thought process going through his mushy brain is don’t cum just yet don’t cum just yet don’t cum just yet.

luckily, he doesn’t, but you’re not done just yet. because it doesn’t take anymore than a few breaths for him to catch up on unsolicited air, before a deep and boyish moan rips out of his chest like wind had gotten knocked out of him.

in all your glory, you squat down— he’d been too dazed out to even notice when you’d taken his brick hardened dick out— and ride him. you’re pulling out all the big guns— both hands and feet planted on the mattress, your silk robe resting right above your lower back, as you sink down on him.

gods, it takes everything in him— everything, to not bust. his fingers tighten against themselves as his toes curl, and his head is thrown back, but even so, he never takes his eyes off of you. the ripples of your ass ricocheting with each bounce, the amplified bass of your cries, the melody of your wetness squelching on his cock.

why the fuck would he ever look away?

your pace is steady and fast— you are by no means wasting time. and he loves it just like that, quick and meaningless despite his love for you being everything but that. every meet of your ass on his hips comes as fast as the last one, and tugs on the coiling in his stomach ready to snap.

sweat begins to collect at his hairline, and given the fact you’d sprayed him earlier, he’s certain his hair is now matted to his forehead. no matter though, “justtt like that,” he eggs you on, knowing despite your foul mood, there’s nothing you enjoy more than praises. there’s nothing he enjoys more than praising you, “use me baby, this dick ‘s all yours— fuckkk,”

and because he knows his princess so well, you ride him even harder— his sincere words running like fuel to you. he notices your creamed unison coating the peremiter of his dick, glazing his shaft to the point he can barely feel himself in you because of how wet everything feels.

“damn— ‘m not gonna last,” he warns you, and to his biggest mistake. his balls are heavy with love he’s itching to release in your womb, and if you keep jerking at his cock with your gummy walls, he’s bound to spill. he blames it on it being the first round, after all.

you tilt your head back and there’s a mischievous glint in your pretty eyes. you bat your lashes a few times, and the corner of your lips tug into a radiant smile, “yeah? you wanna cum inside, baby?” there is literally nothing more he wants. he nods his head excessively, not enough languages in this entire world to describe in words just how badly he needs to fill you up with his sperm.

but still, he tries with moot point, “yesyesyesyes— fuck, i’ll do anything,”

and with purposeful kegels, you clamp down on his cock whenever you bottom out and latch onto his tip whenever you sit up. he can’t take anymore— he feels heat licking at every extremity of his limbs, blood rushing into his head and his abdominal muscles are caving in. he needs it— he needs it.

at the very last second, just as the dam is ready to break and release— you pull away.

his eyes widen before snapping shut as his orgasm washes over him anyways. his cock springs out of your warmth and rests at the crack of your ass, and shoots. he’s soiling your gown in his nut, and you slip a hand between your thighs to cradle his twitching balls. his back arches at your touch, and somehow, shoots double his average load.

“aweee,” you coo condescendingly while fondling his privates, giving him both the best and worst time of his life, “‘s too bad i’m still upset with you.”

his ears ring pretentiously as his limbs fall limp— not his dick though. never his dick when you’re around— his breathing ragged and skin blotched a bright shade of pink. with an adorable giggle, you give your ass a little shake, and his dick bounces with you, shooting weaker spurts of cum. what a view.

but shit. . . he’s gonna be here for a while, isn’t he?

as long as it’s with you, he doesn’t mind. he’s ready for round two whenever you are.

sum calm, sum slight 🙂‍↔️. enjoy these crumbs while i fight for my life

[lay-z]

◡̎ The guilty pleasures they'd never admit to ⨯ 141 Edition (18+)

Johnny—Ignoring and cuckolding. Very straightforward, Johnny gets hard when you ignore him for whatever reason. Most times, it's unintentional; you're busy and brush him off with a quick peck to his scruffy cheek and his cock chubs in his pants automatically. It's even better if you forget to mutter an apology for it. Cuckolding is a bit more tricky, because you rarely indulge in sex with one of the others without including him, because you're just that sweet and considerate (and insatiable), and he hasn't had the balls yet to tell you that he wants to be forced to watch. The others know already, because they've picked up on the way Johnny has managed to cum simply by watching you get pounded by one of them, but they also get off on watching him squirm all red-faced and breathless, so they keep the secret to themselves. Bastards.

Simon—Overstimulation and ruined orgasms. Simon is an even bigger masochist than Price, and he blames it on his trauma. Sometimes, he can't enjoy sex with you, simply because he feels like he doesn't deserve it—but it didn't take long for you to figure that out. Overstimulation helps him a lot, even if it turns him into a dumb, crying mess. Sprinkle in some soft praises, and he's completely brainless—teary eyed and massive bulk flushed as red as his ruddy, swollen tip. He needs it to shut off the insecurities, the guilt, and lingering shame carved into his very skeleton. If you ruin his orgasms, he will kiss the ground you walk on afterward, heeling like a loyal puppy. Simon Riley is a complicated man, but you somehow get him.

Price—Edging and humiliation. As much as he tells you that he doesn't get the appeal of edging, it makes him feel extremely good when you end up doing it to him. To a man like John, relaxation doesn't come easy, but when you edge him for a while, he ends up cumming so hard, it puts him right to sleep. However, it becomes a problem when you giggle and coo at him condescendingly for cumming so much and getting sleepy afterwards, like the middle-aged man he's slowly becoming. Even he is surprised when his fat cock stays hard and eager in your grasp before he flips you around and folds you in half to make you choke on your laughter when he sinks into your gorgeous cunt.

Kyle—Cum blocking and pegging. Kyle is sneaky and too dominant to ever admit how much he enjoys it when you try to dom him. He loves it when you do it while he's practically boneless, too riddled with fatigue to even protest while you're stroking and licking his cock so prettily. You've swallowed his first load so eagerly, he never sees it coming when you suddenly pull back and squeeze his flared cockhead with your thumb pressed to his tip to block his cum. He yelps from the intense sensation, balls twitching and drawing tight as he cums so hard, his eyes roll back into his skull—all while you keep his tip from releasing. It borders on painful, but he's too far gone (and stubborn) to beg. And it becomes your favourite practice to make him submit, next to begging him to let you peg him. Kyle tells himself he's still in control while you do all of this to him—because he's allowing you to do it, right? However, all those thoughts fly out the window, whenever you finger his slicked-up arse and press against his prostate to prep him for the pretty strap he bought you.

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𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮, 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮, 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚; 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: cam girl!!reader, gangbang, bondage, fingering, face fucking, dacryphilia, choking you with their cocks, light anal with a tip dragon’s tongue, taking nude pictures, degradation/praise/light mocking, pain kink, biting, toji slaps your face with his cock, begging

oreo: couldn't stop thinking about this idea of them finding out reader is a cam girl and filming with her, I’m thinking of making this a mini series of them filing various acts with the reader, y’all down for that?

The dark red rope binding your wrists to your ankles, strapped and held apart by a short bar. Looping over your shoulders forcing your back into an arch, keeping your head up. You're vulnerable and small surrounded by five massive men.

He glances at the stream's rising numbers, two hundred becoming five becoming one thousand. “Damn these people are fast n' horny, did y’all miss your -what is it-" he smirks, "Princess Buttercup that much?”

Glancing at the chat, gushing in their excitement already suggesting various things for the group to do to you. Toji reads aloud, “Thought she filmed alone only? Release the princess at once?" Wiggling his phone at the camera. "The fuck is this bullshit? I'm cummin' in her cunt and then again on her face 'cause fuck you.” Slapping your ass, tossing his phone onto the middle of the bed.

"More!" Your body lurches forward with the force of Toji's next slap. Crying Satoru stuffs his veiny cock deep into your mouth, choking you. Quickly pumping his hips, his balls hitting your chin.

Satoru croons “Ya'll hear that? Our demanding bratty Princess wants more.” Gliding his cock out. "Tell everyone in chat what you want us to do to you.” Stroking his cock, coaxing out thick pre cum he smears on your lips.

Licking the pre-cum off your lips, looking up at Satoru. "Anything ya'll want, fuck whatever hole you want! Please I wanna be y’all’s cum dump!" Sticking your tongue out, moaning when he stuffs his veiny cock deep into your mouth.

Choso slides two thick fingers along your lips, wetting his fingers. “Let the audience know our safe word, and color system to ease anyone’s worry.” Smearing your slick onto your puffy, sensitive clit. Gently swirling his thumb around your tight hole.

Satoru loudly moans, fucking your mouth with deep, quick strokes. His balls hit your chin. "Nnn fuckin' slut, your mouth is so fucking wet and hot. Your lips are so damn beautiful wrapped around my cock. Nn that's it, beautiful slut." Groaning on his cock, another warm fatter cockhead nudges your cheek smearing pre-cum.

Satoru slips his cock out with a loud pop. "It's mocha to start aftercare, red for a break, yellow for slow down, green for good." Turning your head, mouth open, tongue out, eager to suck on the cock next to you. Taking Sukuna's thicker cock with a moan, his thick cock muffling the sound. A puffy vein glides along your soft tongue with each quick rough thrust.

Choso gently nudging past your lips. You'd moan from the pleasure of his thick fingers filling you up. "Good girl, your cunt's so tight n soft 'round my fingers." Gradually pumping his fingers faster, curling them. Your cunt clenching when he brushes your sweet spot.

Sukuna glides his cock out; you don't have time to catch your breath before Satoru stuffs his cock in. Your computer reads out. "Cumguzzler3 donates 600: white haired one moans like a whore, what's his channel. Or will this become a group channel, I'd pay to see ya'll using her as the house’s glory hole."

Followed by; "Dopedaddy42069 donated 1k: Any1 who cums in her ass gets 2k. She started experimenting with her ass. She has several drawers full of toys; u can find something." You hear a few drawers open.

Suguru wonders, "What should be the first thing we stuff up her ass?" The bed shifts when Toji gets up, joining Suguru by your large drawer. He pulls out a part of a dragon's mouth. Open with its long thick tongue slimming down to a small point. Ridges on the bottom offer another challenge besides the tongue's thickness.

Holding it up between Suguru and himself. "What 'bout this thing? Wonder how deep our pretty whore can take it." Suguru grabs the lube, squirting a generous amount onto the tongue's small tip. Toji smears it down its thickening length, walking over back to where you're hogtied at the edge of your bed.

Satoru and Sukuna are taking turns with fucking your mouth. Choso is restlessly stroking your sweet spot. Trembling, unable to close to legs or twist your hips away. You haven't even cummed yet the pleasure is too intense.

Suguru grabs the camera off its stand, "We have to take turns holding the camrea, I want to be able to jerk off to this later without ya'lls pale ass cheeks getting in the way from it being on a stand still." Your eyes are burning with tears when Satoru pulls his cock out.

You're gasping for air, your lungs burning, a few tears trickling down your cheeks. Sukuna fists his cock faster, your cunt clenching from the slick sound. “Aw our slut is cryin’ already!” He glides his thumb over his head, smearing pre-cum over his head. Sticking your tongue out for Sukuna to easily fuck your mouth.

Satoru suggests, "Let's take a few pictures, I want to change out my Home Screen and background. " He gets his phone, passing Sukuna's to him. He grabs a handful of your hair, holding your head still forcing his thick, veiny cock deep into your mouth.

Holding still with his cock stuffed deep, your nose touching the short dark patch of hair above his cock. Flashes go off as Satoru and Sukuna take pictures. "Dommymommy09 donated 600: post the pictures I'll pay more for them."

You’re getting off on how their taking pictures as you’re cumming on Choso’s thick fingers, with your mouth stuffed full of Sukuna’s cock. So many people are watching, touching themselves, wishing they could be you in between five beautiful, horny, muscular men.

Choso slips his phone out of his gym shorts. Recording the mess of your beautiful cunt getting sloppier. "She's gonna be on the verge of passing out when we are done with her." Choso roughly bites your cheek, groaning when you cry around Sukuna's cock.

Kissing the sharply stinging when before fully pulling away. Slapping your ass, Sukuna glides his cock out, the soft ridge of his head dragging along your tongue. Swirling your tongue around him when he pauses. “Fuck that’s it, cock hungry slut suckin’ on me like that.” Loosening his hold on your hair, letting you bob your head. Spit dripping down your chin.

Choso glides his fingers out, sticking them in his mouth sucking them clean. Suguru gets behind you, giving everyone a close up of your sloppy cunt. Spreading your lips apart. “Look at her poor little cunt clenching nothing.” Choso takes the camera from Suguru, wrapping his hand around his cock.

Smearing his pre cum with thumb, Choso bites his bottom lip trying to keep from moaning right next to the mic. Holding the camera steady, recording the mess Toji, Suguru, Satoru and Sukuna are making of you.

Suguru lines his cock up, slamming his thick, veiny cock into your sensitive, tight cunt. Groaning, taking the toy from Toji, nudging the tip of the dragon’s tongue into your ass.

Sukuna glides his cock out, letting Toji take his place in front. Toji slaps you across the face with his fat cock. Moaning with your tongue stuck out for Toji to use your mouth. “Looks like I’m cumming on ya face first, before I stuff your pretty little ass.” Stuffing his cock into your sore mouth, stuffing his head in deep.

"Lovefatpussy7 donated 300: seeing her play with herself makes my cock hard but I want to see her get treated like the whore she is."

"Spookygothybitchy69 donated 900: first time taking a cock on camera and it's a group, get it girl, i'm dripping wet n’ wishing I was you”

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[maxinesgun]

sneaky linking with abby ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

fwb, soft dom!abby, fem!reader, strap sex, fingering (r!receiving), rough/rushed sex. wc 0.8k ᡣ𐭩

a/n: why do i lowk want to write more of these two?? the dynamic turned out kinda cute lmao

"You sure no one's coming in here?" Abby asked breathlessly as she helped you pull your shirt up over your head and toss it haphazardly aside. You began fumbling clumsily with the button of your pants as Abby's hands flew to her belt, unbuckling it and tugging it off feverishly.

You were both already breathing heavily, stumbling into each other and working to shed your clothes frantically as if you'd die if you waited another moment to touch each other. It had only been two days, but it felt like much longer. Too long.

"I'm sure. It's always empty," you assured her, shoving your jeans down your hips with one hand and pulling her into you with the other, so that both of you fell back against the wall. You were in some kind of storage room that seemed to be forgotten, small and tucked away in a far corner of the Stadium that was never busy. Perfect for your and Abby's... meetings.

Abby grunted a little as she collided with you, her hands immediately roaming hungrily over your bare torso and then dipping straight between your thighs, stroking you over your panties. "Don't know why we couldn't have just gone to my dorm," she muttered, rubbing her fingers over the damp fabric a few more times before shoving her hand under your waistband.

"Because," you panted, releasing a shaky breath as her fingers slipped through your wet folds, her thumb pressing over your clit, "last time we did, Manny almost walked in on you fucking me on your desk. Or did you forget?"

"We're not talking about Manny right now," she grunted, bracing an arm on the wall beside your head and leaning almost flush against you as she worked you. Her gaze was zeroed in on your breasts spilling out of your lacy bra, the sight clearly working her up.

"Right. Sorry." Not the time. You hooked a leg around her waist to allow her better access, your hands anchoring themselves on her thick biceps.

She thrusted two fingers inside you then, and your hips involuntarily arched into her touch, a soft moan falling from your lips. You were so slick with arousal that they slipped in easily, that your pussy made a squelching sound as she fucked you with them, curling them repeatedly into that tender spot as her thumb circled your clit.

"God—so fucking tight," she breathed, more to herself than you. She was looking down at the motion of her hand, at your hips rolling against her, her breathing growing heavier.

Your face had begun to screw up in response to the mounting pleasure, head tilting back against the wall and lips parted as her fingers thrusted into you, stretching you just right. Gradually, she sped up, and when the flaring heat started to become too intense, your grip tightened on her arm.

"Mph—need it, Abby," you moaned. When she continued her ministrations, apparently too caught up in the feel of you around her, you let out a strained groan. "Abs, fuck, please."

With a low sound, she pulled her fingers out of you, sucking the taste of you off her before hurriedly undoing her pants. "Turn around," she ordered, and you were quick to comply, turning and placing your hands against the wall.

You heard the sound of her zipper, the shuffling of her pants, and then your panties were violently tugged down, something nudging against your backside. A soft moan of anticipation fell from your lips, but you were both equally desperate, and you didn't have to wait long. The tip of the strap dragged along the slick of your entrance, Abby gripped your hips, positioning you, and then entered you with a firm thrust, filling you all at once.

The rhythmic sounds of her hips snapping against you filled the space, each one hard, unrelenting, pushing you up against the wall. You felt her warm breaths hitting your neck, heard the barely-restrained grunts in between her panting in your ear.

"Mm—mmph, Abby," you moaned out, because you knew hearing her name on your lips like that, all whiney and borderline pornographic, drove her insane—not that she'd ever admitted it. Sure enough, her grip on your hip tightened, and a guttural moan spilled out of her as her thrusts grew faster. You bit your lip against a smirk, reminding yourself in your blissed-out haze to tease her about it later.

"F-Fuck, take it," she huffed in your ear, each little whimper, each sweet sound she fucked out of you spurring her on. "So fuckin' good for me, baby."

It wasn't long before your breaths were stuttering, face scrunched in ecstasy as the heat in your core coiled tighter and tighter. With a muffled cry, you tumbled over the edge almost at the same time as Abby, cheek pressed against the wall and mouth hanging open in undisguised pleasure.

She slumped forward against you for a moment, catching her breath, before slowly pulling out of you, leaving you feeling empty. You turned, leaning back against the wall with shaky-feeling legs, watching her silently begin to dress. When she glanced up at you, you raised your brows at her.

"Baby?"

"Shut up," she muttered, cheeks turning pink.

[peachsayshi]

note: I'm like a bottomless pit right now with pirate!sukuna x mermaid!reader, I am so sorry but I need to purge them out before they curse me forever. ps I am so sorry for pending requests. I have a tiny brain that gets distracted way too easily. minors - ageless - blank blogs dni - suggestive

"you found it?" you chirp, your voice echoing around you.

sukuna gives you a sheepish grin, the afternoon light gleaming against his sun kissed skin. he holds out the compass, as he steps down closer towards the pool of glittering water.

"did you know this thing glows the closer I get to you?"

you dip underneath the surface to hide your smile. your fin kicking up from behind you.

sukuna makes it to the edge, and places the compass on a rock. he starts to unbutton his worn shirt. unfastening each one to reveal the chain of necklaces he was wearing underneath. your eyes widen with intrigue, taking in the definition and lines of that physique. mermen aren't built like humans - their shoulders are naturally broader but they are more lithe than human men. you've never seen a creature built like he was made of marble and rock.

sukuna's abdomen flexes, his whole upper torso covered in the dark ink that makes all parts of you pulse. his arms flex as he undoes the buckle of his belt, ripping out the strap from around his waist and you making you gasp lightly at the sound.

you watch as he unzips his pants, your cheeks burning so suddenly and you quickly dip under the water to turn yourself around.

when you rise to the surface you hear a chuckle.

"there's no need to be shy," he hums. "you can look..."

you stay facing the depth of the cave, focusing on the sharp rocks and streaks of light cracking through the surface above. the water is deep enough for you to hide most of your body, but shallow enough where you can still feel the floor bed.

you hear his mass break the surface of the water, and it makes your ears twitch. the water rolls and sways as sukuna sinks into the cool pool, and you release a sigh that you've been holding in. your spine tingles from his presence growing closer and closer.

he swims right pass you.

"are you just going to float there?" he teases, making you smirk.

you flip forward and dive, moving to swim beside him while doing your best to keep your attention to yourself. you both swim around side by side, sparring mindless chatter to one another.

but from his movements you can see this human loves being in the water.

the sun sets, and twilight paints through your surroundings, stroking the cave in shades of dark purples and lilac. you can see he's a little worn from all the swimming (though, you make note how impressive his stamina is).

you swim up towards the shallower side of the water, and perch your back against the very cold surface of the cave.

sukuna heaves, the water at this point resting just underneath his pecs. your eyes fall from his, your lips parting slightly at the way he pants and how his body moves. you clench your hands into two tight balls, your nails digging into the flesh of your palm.

he runs his fingers through his hair, slicking back the pink strands and revealing all the parts of his handsome face. his jaw is strong, the angle accentuating the length of his neck. the tips of his cheekbones and ears are blushed, and the shape of his nose is absolutely regal.

your eyes linger on his mouth.

you think about the kiss.

he hasn't kissed you since that day he offered you fruit. and you don't want to admit how much you've dreamt about that moment again and again. how you thought about the heat of his mouth on yours and the way his hand slid across your body.

"like what you see?" he remarks, snapping your attention toward his burning irises.

your mouth goes a little dry.

he is so handsome, is all you can think, and it makes your head spin.

"your markings," you reply in a quick attempt to change the subject, "you say they were painted on your skin. when?"

sukuna inches closer, leaving only a small gap of space between you both.

"prison"

you furrow your brows. "are you a bad man?"

it's so innocent the way the question rolls off your tongue, but there is no sign of apprehension in your voice. sukuna has earned your trust somehow, and it makes his heart ache for one reason.

humans must have a notoriously cruel reputation to the merpeople if his comment didn't even make you budge. back on land, people feared him with their lives.

but if his small acts of kindness was enough to sway your opinions on him, then he doesn't need to know how far his own kind went to have crossed yours.

his mouth ticks upward, "I don't think I am," he says nonchalantly. "but the law thinks otherwise..."

you don't understand the politics and morality behind his statement, nothing of these things matter to a creature of the sea who is simply governed by nature, and your disinterest stops you from asking further questions.

sukuna moves a little closer, placing both hands behind you and caging you between his body. your eyes sparkle with approval, and goosebumps ripple across his skin when he feels the sensation of your tail wrap around the length of his leg.

you pull yourself even closer, hoisting yourself up and using his body as a frame to hold your weight. one hand falls to his chest, your fingers tracing the tattoos along his body.

"how long did it take?" you ask.

"three and a half years," he replies. "that's how long they had me in the cell..."

"what made them capture you?"

he huffs out a laugh, "I pillaged a naval boat and stole the King's gold. I thought I could get away with it, but their fleet caught up with my ship."

you giggle, amused by the story.

"I managed to escape when my first mate found me. I owe them my life," he explains, though his attention is mostly on your touch lingering over his skin.

he feels himself growing hard, and your body stills. your eyes drop, revealing to him only the fan of your lashes.

your tail loosens from around him, but he quickly moves one arm to wrap behind your lower back.

"it's okay," he soothes. "this...is normal..."

"I know," you stutter out, and it catches sukuna's attention almost immediately.

you've spoken about your old lover to him before, but sukuna knew he was a mer-creature, much like yourself.

"how would you know?" he flirts suspiciously, but you shake off his question.

such a mysterious thing, he ponders, but one he wants to solve and understand more than his life can depend on.

"I like them," you state, changing the subject. "your...markings..."

two hands find his shoulder, and you stare up at this criminal like he's remarkable.

sukuna chooses to be bold then. he's been holding himself back up until this point. but he still logs your reaction into the back of his mind, hoping to revisit the subject at another date.

your hair is cascading over your chest again, and he uses one hand to move half of it over your shoulder. his fingers trace up your ear, towards the slightly pointed tips where his remain smooth and curve. it reminds him of murex shells that he finds scattered across beaches.

"I like your ears," he says softly, "they are cute..."

you smile sweetly, your tail tightening slightly around his leg.

his fingers play with the pearl dangling on your lobe, then glide down your neck and over your choker.

"where did you get this?" he asks.

"I made it," you reply proudly.

"your eyes," he adds on, "they shine like this too..."

"yours are saturated for a human," you point out, soaking in the deep red. "not icy or dark, but warm. like the shell of a crab..."

your comparisons always catch him off guard, but he has to remember that what you perceive of the world versus him is completely different.

silence hangs in the air, the two of you taking the other person in with soft and tender touches.

"what happened to your eye?"

sukuna remains silent. he doesn't want to tell you the horrific tale of how he lost it. doesn't want to admit that the deformity brings him a sense of unease which is why he wears the patch.

"injured myself while sailing," he lies.

he's not willing to share all his secrets either.

your hands probe across his chest, moving a little lower to feel the ridges of his strong stomach. sukuna takes his own actions a step further, with one of his hands gliding down over the mound of your breast. your lower back arches away from his arm. he brushes his knuckles against your pebbled nipple, doing everything in his power not to tug at the bud with his fingers.

but he can feel the heat against the tip of his cock. feel it throb with desperate need.

he'll have to take care of himself later on the ship as he's been doing night after night.

you're trying hard to keep things casual, your mind rattling with what to say next. "I don't have any markings..." you point out, because you like to compare your bodies. try to understand how there are so many parts of you that are so similar, but are yet so different.

his hand cradles your jaw. he lifts you to look at him, his thumb carefully stroking your cheek.

he has to be conscious of how much time has passed now. at some point his crew will start looking for him if he's been gone for too long.

but not before he gets his fix.

"I can give you one," he offers, tilting your face to the side as he brings his lips to your neck.

he finds just the right spot that makes you whimper, his tongue licking over the salt and sweetness of you. he kisses you, and sucks down, using his teeth and lips to make you quiver in his arms. your eyes start to flutter, your head falling back longing for that sinful mouth to be everywhere else.

when he pulls away, he thumbs over the noticeable bruise that appeared. "there you go,"

you bring one hand to the side of your neck, but you're caught off guard when you feel his lips press against yours in a delicate kiss.

"I have to go," he whispers, "I don't want anyone to find me here with you..."

"why do you protect me?" you question.

sukuna cocks his head back, his thumb tracing your perfect bottom lip. "you think I'm willing to share all the treasure I find?" he declares.

he pecks you once more, and you release yourself from his leg.

you both swim back to the edge. you prop up onto one of the rocks, but keep your back turned to him as you give him the privacy to change.

"when will I see you again?" you ask, your gaze to the distance as your heart steadily speeds.

you feel his touch on the back of your neck, and you turn up to find him arching down to meet your lips once more.

"tomorrow," he replies. "there's no need for you to come near my ship. I'll just find you here..."

you nod your head, but hold his jaw pulling him back in for another kiss. "alright. tomorrow then..."

[orphicsun]

warnings: soft dom vi/abby + sub!fem reader, strap-on sex, praise, this is soooo self indulgent.

You'd think your strong girlfriends would be mean to you in bed. You previously imagined their degrading words. You thought that they would be the type to have you fucked dumb, failing to hold in your whimpers as they call you their needy little whore.

They're sweet, but it makes it even worse. They're so unaware of everything they do to you.

Abby and Vi are flexible. They forget you aren't. They fuck you in the most humiliating positions—your legs spread as wide as possible with Abby's grip on the back of your thighs, thrusts not gentle but words surely are.

"That's it, my love. Just be a good girl and take it. Look at our sweet girl, Vi." Abby coos praisingly.

Vi is quick to tease and give you the most sarcastic responses anywhere but in the bedroom. Now, all she can do is sweet talk.

"And a pretty pussy. I bet it's squeezing your dick so tight." Vi adds, her vulgar words causing just what she says. Abby can feel it like a phantom limb, and your clit twitches underneath her large thumb as a tell.

Vi squeezes your tits and leans down to suck on your nipples. Her tongue is warm against your pebbled skin, and you squirm despite Abby's firm hold. She doesn't scold, though. She lets you try and get away, self-assured you'll just lay down and take it until her favorite strap-on has that creamy ring of precum around it.

It's even more embarrassing when Vi gets her turn with you, loving to fuck you sideways. She has you laying on your side, one leg resting and the other hitched up. She lovingly yanks you until your bodies are flush and you can feel the tip of her strap nudge at your cervix.

Abby and Vi don't call you dirty when you turn your head into the pillow and moan a jumble of incoherent begging into the fabric. They think it's cute. Vi pounds you just like that, loving having you fully exposed to her hungry gaze as Abby strokes your cheek like you're not getting fucked into oblivion.

Their staminas are the scariest part of the whole ordeal, though. They can spend hours making you cum--feeling you clench around their fingers, fucking you or rubbing their own pretty, wet cunts against yours, and taking greedy turns tasting your release when you tap out.

And aftercare unfortunately doesn't work. It turns you on again when they're sweet and loving as they clean you up, Abby smothering your skin in soft kisses and Vi holding you against her, bare back to chest. And they won't tease you for wanting more, only carefully laying you back down and stuffing your cunt for the fifth time that night.

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[thehoneybeestings]

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐩!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞’𝐬

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Word Count: approx. 640 Content/Warnings: nsfw, porn w no/little plot, brothel worker!reader x service top!sev, bottom!reader, oral (sev & r receiving) strap (r receiving), pillow humping, reader has female anatomy, reader referred to as girl, doll, like 75% of afabs can't cum from penetration alone so this is for us A/N: OKAY okay since everyone is asking (no one asked girl), i guess i'll give you guys some service top!vika x brothel worker!reader while we wait for the kassandra poll results. since everyyyone is asking. service top!sevika holy fuck save me. enjoy!

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐁𝐞𝐞 ୨ৎ

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who frequents the brothel to blow off steam in a way that has the girls fighting over who gets her for the night

୨ৎ You've only been working at Babette's for a month now, so you're not really sure what the hype is all about…

୨ৎ Until, she comes in one evening and everyone else is already with a client, leaving you to take care of her

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who walks into your room through the beaded curtain that's twinkling like the grey eyes traveling up and down your figure

୨ৎ “You new?” She asks, unbuttoning her cloak to reveal a beautiful arm of bronze

୨ৎ Beautiful, but intimidating; this is made clear by the wide eyes you sport when responding with a hesitant, “Y-yes…”

୨ৎ She takes note of your weariness and makes quick work of easing your worries 

୨ৎ “Not gonna hurt ya;” she states, throwing her cloak over the wingback chair next to the door, “not what i’m here for.” 

୨ৎ “What are you here for then?” You respond; this time, more confidently 

୨ৎ She strolls over to the bar cart, and you don't miss the smirk that appears on her face before her back is to you as she pours herself a glass of whiskey

୨ৎ “That depends on you.”

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s got you baffled, because it’s been a long time since someone asked you what you liked

୨ৎ She's got you sprawled out on the velvet couch, her head between your legs, only coming up for air to ask if you if “You want it faster?” “You want another one of my fingers?” “You're gonna cum for me, aren't you doll?”

୨ৎ No fucking shit you're gonna cum; this is the best head you've ever gotten

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who's got you on your knees in front of her, wetting her strap so it's nice and ready for you

୨ৎ You're quick to coax every inch into your mouth, eyes watering as you try your best to breathe through the jabs to the back of your throat 

୨ৎ But then, she's cupping your jaw with her flesh hand, pulling you off of its length

୨ৎ “Slow down, doll,” she soothes, “you're gonna hurt yourself.”

୨ৎ You'd sputter out an apology, explaining that you were only doing what your other clients liked

୨ৎ “Don't care what they like. Take your time; just need my strap wet enough to make you feel good.” 

୨ৎ Of course, you show your immense appreciation for her consideration by giving her head so good she swears she can feel it through the strap

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୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika whose got you babbling on her cock, completely drunk off of how good she's fucking you

୨ৎ She's got you in a prone bone, (because she asked what your favorite position to take strap in was) leaning down to tell you how good you're doing, how well you're taking her

୨ৎ “Can you cum like this?” She suddenly asks, slowing down 

୨ৎ “Not usually,” you pant, “need something on my clit.”

୨ৎ “Good. Want my mouth on you anyway.”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who’s coaxing another orgasm from you, fingers massaging your walls, tongue drawing figure eights on your clit

୨ৎ Her arms are wrapped around your thighs, holding them down as you twitch and thrash with your release 

୨ৎ Only once you've ridden it out until you're reaching down to push her away does she crawl up to fall beside you on the pile of blankets, furs, and pillows 

୨ৎ Her breath is labored, eyebrows knit together, and her own thighs are twitching now 

୨ৎ “Your turn?” You ask breathlessly

୨ৎ She reaches down to grab a pillow before dropping it beside your head; and only upon seeing the dark patch on the pillow case do you realize that she'd gotten off grinding into it as she ate you out

୨ৎ “Already went. You wanna go again?”

──˚₊୨ৎ‧₊˚──

୨ৎ Service Top!Sevika who is-naturally- your favorite client; and luckily for you, you're her favorite girl

──˚₊ 𝐄𝐍𝐃 ‧₊˚──

[mystellenia]

dom!abby losing control୨ৎ

summary: abby's composed and rough facade is destroyed by an unexpected and embarrassing orgasm.

content: answer to this req!! dom!abby, kinda mean! abby, sub!reader, make out, fingering (r!receiving), teasing, humiliation if you squint and shake the phone, strap on sex (muehehehhehe) (r!receiving), overstim (a!receiving), abby being rough with reader, degrading (r!receiving)

notes: havent posted in almost 2 months 😍 school is whooping my ass and midterms are coming up so basically i’ll be killing myself soon. enjoy this to feed on for the next x weeks until i post again

(wc 1.8k)

abby's rough hands grip onto the backs of your thighs and lift you up, dropping you harshly on the kitchen counter as she cups the back of your neck to pull you back in for a kiss. you throw your arms around her neck, and your fingers make quick work of undoing the golden braid falling down the length of her back, scratching her scalp and making her groan. 

you grab her hair in fistfuls and pull on them to expose her neck, abby hissing at the twisted pleasure prickling across her scalp. her throat bobs with a thick swallow while you coat the skin of her neck with sloppy kisses, her hips hungrily grinding up into yours.  

"jesus, baby... fuck." abby's hands grab the hem of your loose t-shirt to lift it over your head, your braless tits exposed and nipples hardening at the sharp chill of the air. her swollen lips latch onto the side of your neck and make you dizzy, and you swiftly undo her belt buckle and pull it out of her jeans' belt loops. just when you unbutton them and grab onto the zipper to unzip it, her thick, rough palm closes around your throat, and you choke on your saliva at the startle. 

"you're being especially whorish today. slow down—you're not the one in control here." her thumb and first two fingers squeeze on the sides of your throat and restrict the blood flow to your head, making it feel heavy on your shoulders and your vision deliciously fog up.  

she slowly releases her iron grip on your throat and slides her hand down to your chest, her left hand tweaking and palming at your nipple. with her other hand, slow and deliberately teasing, she unties the drawstring of your pajama pants and pulls one leg out of them, spreading your legs wide to make room for her muscular body to fit in between them.  

you're left with only underwear on, your thin pajama pants floppily dangling from your foot from behind abby's back. abby roughly shoves her hand into your underwear and cups you, feeling your thrumming clit on her palm and the small wet spot on your underwear on her knuckles. 

breathing into your ear, she mumbles, "be good for me and don't fucking move, 'kay?" she then harshly thrusts her middle finger into your pussy, its soft walls quickly morphing to make room for the intrusion. you cry out and throw your head back into the kitchen cabinet, softly wincing at the impact.  

she presses inside you on that smooth spot at exactly the depth of her finger, almost as if she was the only one meant to find it, and your eyes water the way they always do when she massages inside you. her now swollen lips scatter bruises and marks along the side of your neck in a line, breadcrumbs to remind you in the morning of the skilled way she undoes your composure so easily.  

"i'll never get enough of the way your skin tastes," she purrs into your shoulder, and you pathetically whine in response, her brazen praises flustering you beyond words. she tries, and fails, to ignore the needy throbbing of her neglected clit underneath the seam of her pants, the slightest movement pressing the seam up against it and making her clench. 

golden waves cascade down her face and frame her strong cheekbones, hiding the way her eyes stayed high up in the back of her head at the smell of your skin. your fingers tightly thread through her hair, your grip tightening as you periodically let out little mewls into the shell of her ear.  

she trades the massaging of your g-spot for slow, but deep thrusts into your pussy, adding her index finger without warning and making your back bow. 

"oh, my go- my- abby," you pant out, unable to get more than three words out at a time before her careless ruining of your weeping cunt sucks the air out of you. you start babbling how she shouldn't stop, a telltale sign that your climax was approaching. 

your hand shoots to the wrist pumping her fingers into your pussy, your fingers wrapping around it in a vice-like grip to try and slow her movements down in overstimulation. her free hand snaps to your jaw and squeezes your cheeks together, condescendingly shaking your head side to side. 

"why you grabbing my wrist, baby? you want me to stop? yeah?" her voice raises in pitch to mock your whining. "you wanted this so fucking bad, so take it, slut." 

she throws your head back against the cabinet and shakes her wrist of your hand, beginning to jackhammer her fingers into your abused hole at a murderous pace. in the corner of your nearly closed eyes, you see your pajama pants fall from your foot to the floor. your whining and whimpering quickly fills the room, all the while abby watches every change in your face with a close eye.  

you cum with a yelp, both hands flying to her own to stop her brutal assault while you dumbly stare into her eyes slack jawed with your brows tightly twisted in ecstasy. abby removes her fingers from inside you and immediately pulls your face to hers, teeth clashing in a lewdly sloppy kiss.  

planting her hands underneath your thighs, she effortlessly hoists you up and carries you down the hall to your shared bedroom, all without disconnecting your lips once. upon entering, she throws you down onto the bed and swiftly pulls her henley over her head, her small boobs clad in a simple, grey bra. 

"go get me my cock, baby. the black one." her pants were already unbuttoned from your earlier rushed undressing, but the zipper still remained untouched. her thick fingers pinch the silver and slowly slide it down, and you quite literally salivate at the sight.  

pushing down a thick swallow, your body turns towards the closet to get abby's strap. your head closely follows after tearing your sticky gaze from her now exposed v-line, little tufts of light brown hair leading to her core in a teasing, almost coaxing way. upon entering the closet, you bend down to the dark blue box in the corner of the small room, and your nipples brush your knee, suddenly making you aware that she so effortlessly ordered you to get her strap, and you so pliably listened, almost fully naked, at that. you might as well have crawled to the closet on all fours with how you mindlessly obeyed her like a dog does its owner. 

shaking your mild embarrassment, you palm the long, dark strap and pivot back around to return to abby. she stands tall and sturdy—unmoving like a tree—watching your naked figure make its way back to her. 

"take your underwear off for me," she says under her breath, her breathing made heavy by hunger. 

you perch on the edge of the bed and scoot back, pulling your underwear down your legs and kicking it off to some spot on the floor. abby pushes her jeans and boxers over her ass just enough for the base of the strap to sit snugly against her pounding clit once she steps into the harness, the contact enough to make her sharply wince. 

grabbing you by the ankles, she roughly pulls you to the edge of the bed and lifts your feet up near each side of her head, rubbing her warm palms up and down your legs. simultaneously, her hips push forward and slide the length of the strap along your pussy, the toy gliding against your skin with ease thanks to the obscene amount of cum that coated your lips from your orgasm. 

"please... just... just put it in," you whisper, tired of the teasing. 

"i will. just wait a little—be patient." she gently lowers your legs to wrap around her hips and lock behind her back. then, she pauses before adding, "do you know how to do that when you're acting like such a slut?" like she'd caught herself being too nice and had to balance it out. 

all you can do is whine in response and hope to feel the delicious sting of her pushing the tip in soon. her hips rock back and forth one, two, three times while she intently watches, entranced by the way your pussy clenches every time the tip of her cock passes over your clit. 

her hips sharply jerk back, and she incoherently mutters a string of words under her breath. ending her cruel teasing, she swipes her hand down your swollen cunt to gather your cum and coats the tip of the strap with it. lining it up with your twitching hole, she sinks into you and smirks at your jaw dropping ever lower in pleasure. 

she starts her thrusts in a rather swift cadence, luring sweet cries out from your throat, suppressed grunts coming from her own. 

"fuck, i've been thinking about this all day. you don't even know, baby." her speech comes out fast and strained as she tries to speak before her groans and grunts interrupt the words. "i could live in this pussy, and it would welcome me with tears running down your legs." 

"yes," you pant out, the one word your dumbified brain can remember. 

very quickly, though, abby's thrusts get random and sloppy. shrill, high-pitched squeaks spill from her lips, a striking contrast to her formerly composed grunts and dirty words. she abruptly pulls out, and her hands frantically dart to her hips to push the base of the strap off her engorged clit, her lower stomach hurting from overstimulation. 

with the harness shoved down to her mid-thigh, she sat on the edge of the bed partially turned away, muttering a quiet shit to herself. you gawk at her with scared, wide eyes, terrified that something had gone wrong or hurt her. you see her eyelids flutter as she turned away in what seemed like embarrassment. her chest was madly rising and falling, too, from her attempts to catch her breath, and you scoff in both disbelief and twisted arousal. 

"baby," you call out, placing your hand on her bicep. "did you just cum?" 

she's quiet for a long while before shoving her face into her hands to hide her humiliation. "god, i didn't mean to." 

you can't help but let out a little giggle, and she falls back onto the bed, throwing her arm over her eyes. "it's not funny!" 

"it kinda is," you tease, but your laughter dies in your throat when you see a small wet patch on her pants where the base of the strap touched the fabric. 

you lick your lips, letting your eyes drop to her bra and thinking of the skin it so cruelly hid. 

"it was really hot, too." 

@abbysbug @abbys-gay @abbysunderwear @moonalumi @andersonsprincess

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[serinaviolet]

His Our dirty little secret

Pairing: Caleb x Fem!Reader

Summary: Spending a weekend at home with Grandma and Caleb doesn’t sound too bad! Especially when your childhood friend decides to sneak into your room at night while you sleep ;)

Wordcount: 2k

A/N: Had this thought in my mind since they released the trailer for him so I just had to write it <3

Warnings: mdni!, 18+, smut, possessive! Caleb, Fem!Reader, PinV, fingering, bellyshots, cum eating, mention of foster family, creampie, no protection (wrap it before you tap it), masturbation, belly-bulge, not proof read, English is not my first language (Let me know if I missed something)

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The night swallows the last rays of sun and the moon shines bright over the sea. The training to becoming a hunter is hard and exhausting, so you enjoy and savor every weekend spend at the house of your childhood. Especially on rare days when your old-time friend Caleb got to be home after a mission as deepspace pilot as well. You enjoyed catching up with him and your foster mom Josephine aka. Grandma, light-hearted conversation and friendly teasing occurring like always. After dinner and helping with the dishes you practically fell into your bed, limbs tired and sore from the past few weeks of constant fighting, training and lack of sleep. Your lids heavy, tiredness clouding your mind and only after a short while of laying on the cozy pillows, your drift off into dreamland. But fate had other plans than resting. After about an hour, the slight creaking of your door while being opened and closed, and quiet footsteps approaching your side, stir you from your short slumber.

Your eyes shut close, pretending to be asleep as to surprise the intruder with an attack as soon as they are close enough. Or so you thought till you hear the familiar voice of your best friend reduced to a slight whisper. “My god pipsqueak… I missed you so much…” you hear his steps getting closer, light shuffling and a shaky breath only a few inches above you. He must be kneeling in front of your bed. “Every day without seeing your pretty face is like torture….” his finger trailing carefully over your cheek as to not disturb your peaceful sleep, if only he knew that you were wide awake, brain working overtime to figure out where this soft display of affection is coming from. You hear his soft chuckle and his hand trailing down over your uniform clad shoulder. “you must’ve been so exhausted… still in your hunters uniform… but fuck does it look good on you.” Your breath catches in your throat as his whispers turn into a low rumble, fingertips tracing along the cutout at your stomach. You stay still, not sure if out of fright or anticipation of his next move. His hand trailing back up to your side, opening the zipper of your corset top and carefully sliding the straps off of your delicate arms and placing it on the floor. “Let’s put you into something more comfortable cutie” you hear his body shift, his feet across the hardwood floor and your dresser opening.

A little gasp and “fuck” echoes through the silent room while he rummages through your clothes. You open your eyes shortly, only to see him holding a shirt of yours in one hand and a pair of your red lace panties in the other, pocketing them with a short mumble of “later”. Pressing your eyes shut whilst he turns around again, you listen to his approaching steps, the bed dipping slightly as he sits on the edge of your mattress. His hands make quick work of your buttoned shirt and pants, admiring the naked skin and lace bra clad mounds of your chest. “*Sigh*… Sometimes I forget how grown up you- no, we are now… back when we were children, I could change with you in the same room and not have a single bad thought but now….” His hands open the zipper of your pants, pulling the material down and removing them from your legs, fingertips tracing the soft plains of your thigh “Now I just wanna see this beautiful woman under me, feeling her smooth skin and do such dirty things to her”. You have to hold back a shudder as his fingers trail up over your thighs, stomach and breast, a soft sigh escaping you, making him freeze shortly and the room grows quiet for a moment.

“I-I shouldn’t… you’d wake up… but shit you feel so good.” You feel the bed dip on each side of your hips, his hands carefully placed on your exposed waist as his low whispers ring from above you: “God you see me as a brother and I just wanna fuck you… But you belong only to me little girl”. ‘He wants to do what? Is this a dream?’ To be honest, you had a hard crush on Caleb for a very long time by now, but always thought that your feelings would not be returned by him and that he views you as a little sister. Excitement and need rising inside you, not wanting to open your eyes, just to see how far he would go. One of his hands disappearing from your waist, the slow *ziiip* of a zipper being opened echoing once again, only for you to realize… you have no more zippers on you. Light pants, followed by soft ruffling of fabric catches your attention again, Caleb’s low groans making your ears peak up. Maybe just a little glance won’t hurt-….Oh….Oh! As you peak through your lashes, you see him straddling your waist, hem of his shirt between his teeth, eyes closed and hand fisting his cock in a slow rhythm.

The sight is just mesmerizing. Soft, pink tip with a glossy bead of pre-cum leaking out already, bulging veins running along his thick shaft, heavy balls and a light trail of hair, reaching up to his bellybutton. You can’t help but stare at it as his hand wraps around it perfectly, his other one grabbing your hip. His cheeks dusted red whilst throwing his head back, more drops running down and dripping onto your lower belly, your clit pulsing with need. “Caleb…” you say quietly, making him groan in respond. “God you feel so good” maybe he was imagining things? “Caleb.” you try again as he ruts into his hand with more vigor. “Caleb!” his eyes shot open, his load shooting all over your stomach and breast as your gaze met. You look down at the warm mess running along your curves as he leans back, chest rising and falling quickly. “Shit shit shit, I am sooooo so sorry. God please don’t hate me, I just- I wanted- fuck, I’ll get something to clea-” you disturb his panicked, hushed mumbling, thumb swiping across your covered chest, licking the sticky substance off with a slow roll of your tongue, never breaking eye contact. Breath catching in his throat, leaning over you again, rough thumb rolling across your soft lips with a shaky sigh. “Well I didn’t expect that… You are a dirty little girl huh? Do you want me too pipsqueak?” His voice trails off, head lowering to your neck as he places a soft kiss against your pulse point, your head nodding violently. “Use your words little one. I need to hear it from you.” his lips curl into a smirk, head lifting to graze your lips with his. “Please! Fuck me Caleb, I need you!” His mouth crashing into yours, years of pent up need, love and lust flowing into the kiss. His tongue finding yours quickly, tasting the residue of his cum on yours, groaning slightly.

The kiss is dizzying, so much so that you don’t even notice when he removes his clothes and your soiled underwear, grinding his again erect member against your arching core. “I dreamed of this so often you know? You, under me naked, so ready for me to take you good.” Kisses training down to your breast, licking off the stickiness of his previous release and leaving a thin coat of saliva on your nipples before sucking harshly on the little nub. Your back arches off the mattress, his teeth rolling the bosom with slight pressure while his fingers trail down between your legs. “So wet already baby? Did you enjoy watching me jack off to your pretty face?” A smirk grazing his handsome face, skilled fingers circling your clit with light strokes. You whimper, “Yes, yes I did Caleb. Fuck… get inside me already”,desperate eyes meeting his as he chuckles deeply, fingers sinking into your needy hole, making you clench tightly around his digits. You moan, his other hand shooting up and muffling your opened mouth, his hot breath hitting your ear “Shhhh, or you’ll wake up grandma. We don’t want that, do we?”. You shake your head and desperately bite your lips as his fingers massager your insides, reaching deeper with every thrust, searching for that little spot of imensive pleasure inside you. His length twitching against your thigh at the erotic display before him, his fingers soaked from your wetness, guiding them to his mouth, eyes rolling back at the taste of your arousal. He aligns his stiff dick with your entrance, collecting your slick on his tip, “I’m gonna eat you an other time. Try not to scream for now babygirl”. He pushes inside you with a hard thrust, penetrating your little virgin hole with such an intensity, that all the air left your lungs.

A silent scream escapes your lips, quickly sealed by another one of Caleb’s dizzying kisses while his hips piston against yours, hitting your cervix with every thrust. “God you are so tight cutie, and I am the very first to fill you like this. I’ll be the only one who will ever be able to fill you like this! You’re mine pipsqueak, forever.” his fingers interlace with yours, chests rubbing against each other, spreading the sticky streaks on your belly further with each slap of his balls against your sensitive cunt. You can’t breath, can’t think. Only feel his tip stroking your g-spot so deliciously that it makes you see stars. His teeth nibbling on the lobe of your ear, whispering sweet nothings while the texture of his rock hard length rubs deliciously against your walls. Spreading your legs more, his gaze lands on your puffy lower lips, admiring the view as he splits you open, belly slightly bulging with his tip bullying your deepest parts. As your legs start to shake, his pace quickens, rolling into you with only one intend: Making you cum. Hard. “I’m so close, come on pretty girl. Let go and cream around my cock, I’ll reward you good” his hands lifting your hips, angling you so that his cock drives even further inside of you, ready to fill you with his seed. You feel him growing even more inside you, eyes rolling back, pussy spasming around him as you fall over the edge, clawing his back with one hand and pulling him with you into the inevitable pleasure. He bites your shoulder, groaning as he shoots rope after rope into your awaiting womb, collapsing on top of you with a satisfied sigh “I love you pipsqueak. So freaking much”. Trying to catch your breath while his hips roll lazily into yours, you return the heartfelt words, eyes fluttering from the combination of new and previous exhaustion hitting you like a truck. Sliding his softening member out of you, he looks at the stream off cum gushing out of your abused hole before cleaning both of you and tucking you in, spooning you under the covers when sleep catches up to him as well.

The next morning you wobble towards the kitchen, clad in a shirt and shorts, while greeting Grandma who is busy preparing breakfast. “Good morning sweetie, I hope you slept well!” her cheerful voice rings through the door of the small space filled with the smell of bacon, bread and eggs. Heavy boots are heard, walking down the hallway and stopping right behind you, a large palm resting at the small of your back. “Good morning Grannie, what are you making?” her back turning to you both as she lists all of the tasty things she planned for the both of you. His hand sliding into your shorts and panties from behind, fingers finding your wet cunt and sliding inside, only to find you still stuffed with his cum. His head resting on your shoulder, a sly grin creeping up on his lips as he replies to Josephine, noticing your blushing face. “That sounds tasty, can’t wait to devour it all~” a kiss lands on your neck, the old woman at the stove infront oblivious to the second meaning behind her foster son’s words. Unaware of this dirty little secret only they know about...

I hope you all enjoyed it and if you did, I would appreciate a like, follow or nice comment^^ thank you all for reading till the end and till next time <3

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-SerinaViolet

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[metyouinthehallway]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭

Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader

Not proofread

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Chris was struggling during the ceremony, he sat next to his brothers staring at you on the left side of the altar. You looked gorgeous and he wanted nothing more than to tear that silky bridesmaid dress off of you. But, for the sake of your family, he refrained.

The reception wasn’t any different. He was incredibly handsy and didn’t even try to hide it. While you were talking to your family, Chris’s hands would snake around your hips, pulling you close so you could feel his growing erection. He kept finding excuses to touch you, although, you weren’t complaining.

“Quickie in the bathroom?” He leans over, whispering in your ear while you’re talking to your cousin. You shoot him an approving look, letting him wander off to the bathroom. After a few minutes, you excuse yourself from the conversation. Making your way down the banquet hall corridor, you find the bathroom, pushing open the door, you find Chris, impatiently pacing around the tile.

“What, Couldn’t wait a few more hours?” You tease him, you hands toying with his necktie.

“With you looking like that? Fuck no,” Chris murmurs, pulling you in by the waist for a kiss. He was right, you did look good. The purple bridesmaid dress you were wearing accentuated every curve of your body and the makeup artist for the wedding party did a phenomenal job, the best you’ve ever looked, honestly.

“Mmhm, pulling me away from my family…” you mumble into his lips, his hands roaming to pull the straps of your dress down over your shoulders.

“Can’t resist,” he lifts you up onto the counter, scrunching the silk fabric of your dress around your waist and pulling your panties to the side. He’s quick to unzip his dress pants, pulling himself out of his boxers and lining himself up with your entrance.

“Think you can be quiet?” Chris rubs his dick through your folds, you breathe out an incoherent response, wrapping your freshly manicured nails around his shoulders. Without warning, he slips himself inside of you, you bite down on your lip. there was a whole wedding party down the corridor, one loud moan and you’d both be fucked.

“Shit… feel s’good,” Chris groans, fastening pace. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place atop the bathroom counter. Your own nails grip his shoulder blades through his suit jacket and your head his buried in his neck in attempt to muffle any moans from your end.

The sound of skin hitting skin echos throughout the bathroom as Chris pounds into your sopping pussy, you’re a whimpering mess underneath him.

“Harder, please baby…” you whine out, feeling a tear prick your eye. Chris follows your request, his thumb padding under your eye to collect the stray tear. Couldn’t have runny makeup this time, the risk of getting caught was already high enough.

“Dress looks so fuckin’ sexy on you-” he grunts, kissing your shoulder, he pulls you closer to his body, wrapping your leg around his waist to hit a deeper angle.

“F-fuck!” You cry out, gripping the edge of the granite counters. You can feel your gummy walls hugging around his length the deeper he goes.

“Shh, keep it down princess.” Chris covers your mouth with one of his hands, the other still holding you steady by your hips. You’re looking at him with pleading eyes and by the way your throwing your head against the bathroom mirror, he can tell your getting close.

With your desperate whines and his sloppy thrusts, the both of you are bound to finish at the same time. Chris thrusts once more, burying his cock as deep as it’ll go groaning against your shoulder as thick ropes of cum fill you up.

“So…so good!” You squeal, squirming under his hold. Your own release overtaking you. Chris places a kiss on your forehead, pulling out of you and leaving you panting on top of the counter.

“Better?” He reaches for a paper towel, cleaning himself off then doing the same to the inside of your thighs. You adjust the straps of your dress, hopping down on the floor. Chris helping both of you straighten your clothes out.

“Much better.” You smile at your boyfriend, helping him readjust his tie. “Now c’mon, I wanna eat.” You take his hand, leading him out of the bathroom.

“Oh, I’m gonna eat when we get back home.” Chris teases, grabbing your ass as you both enter the reception again.

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A/n: Very, very quickly written smut😱 Chris looks so scrumptious in a suit I wanna rip it off of him!

[chokemewhenwefuck]

you and izuku were friends. only friends.

well, mostly friends that is, until one of you need each other so bad you can’t pretend anymore. which is how izuku found himself in your bed softly kissing your exposed skin as his fingers slid down the strap of your loose spaghetti strapped shirt to expose your hard nipples.

his big hand cupped one of your boobs perfectly as his lips grazed against your neck ever so softly. the feeling of his breath on your neck sent shivers to all the right places, your nipples begging to be played with in his palm as he sunk his teeth into your neck.

you felt his other hand gently slide over the piece of your thin pajama shorts covering your pussy while his hot tongue was sliding against your chest. his big fingers grazed your exposed clit and quickly slid down to your wet hole, as your hands moved uncontrollably through his hair.

he slowly kissed down your stomach as his fingers teased your wet hole, his dark green eyes staring up at you, as two of his thick fingers slowly entered your pussy. his eyes never left yours as he pushed his long fingers in as far as they could go, watching your every expression.

once he was completely between your legs he moved both of your thighs further apart with gentle taps, murmuring a quick “please try to keep ‘em open for me.” as he moved the cloth covering your pussy to the side once more.

his eyes only left yours as his head ducked down to devour your aching cunt, his mouth sucking your clit and releasing it with a wet plop as his fingers slammed into you. his mouth slid further down into your pussy, slurping up all your juices spilling out of you. the sounds in the room were downright disgraceful as his fingers squelched in and out of you.

as the heat in your stomach rose your hips squirmed more, legs closing against his head as you gripped his hair to grind into his mouth.

using his free arm, he opened up your legs again, pinching your thigh as a warning while moving his fingers even deeper into you.

“cum for me, cum all over m’ face.” his muffled voice spoke from your pussy.

with that simple command you felt yourself coming undone, back arching your pussy into his glazed pink lips as thick white liquid spilled out onto his pale fingers and lips.

he pulled back from you as you released his fingers from your greedy pussy, the residue from your pussy running down his fingers as he stuck his tongue out and licked them clean.

he then leaned ontop of you, put his thumb in your mouth to open it up, and spit the remains of what he didn’t swallow in your mouth.

“swallow.” he said, as he watched you close your mouth and move your own fluid down your throat. “you’re my favorite friend.”

[monstersholygrail]

New City, New Life

5k celebration ‘Choose your own adventure’ story

Minotaur x fem!reader—fingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing

Pt1 Pt2

You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didn’t help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.

The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. He’d take you next time. And boy, you couldn’t wait for the day. Maybe he’d bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people you’ve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?

As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your boss’ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.

But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.

You couldn’t help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. It’s then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.

“Hey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Could’ve just taken me right here,” the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.

“Huh?”

“I’m the Minotaur Boss’ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,” the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.

A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that you’re positive he didn’t mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear you’re not always like this.

Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.

“T-the boss, that’s it! Do you know where his office is? I need him— need to see him immediately,” you say desperately, hands flying to the secretary’s hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.

“Oh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if you’re willing to see him. You only go in there if you’ve been really bad… or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Please, I really need his help,” you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think he’s about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.

But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.

“Fine, you don’t want me? Then have him! He’s right over there and he’s inside. Good luck,” he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.

You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didn’t think it was anyway.

What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.

Just as you’re about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff ‘get in here!’ The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?

Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.

“Hello, sir, I’m—“

“I know who you are. You’re the new hire,” Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.

He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.

“Only your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just been such a hectic morning,” you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.

The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear you’re about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given you’re sure you can’t do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.

“And you don’t think we’ve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.”

While you don’t think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what he’s saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.

“Yes, sir,” you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.

Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you. It’s like he’s almost doing it on purpose. But no, that can’t be. He couldn’t want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.

“Now I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,” Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.

Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond he’s flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as you’re immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.

Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths ‘I told you so.’ But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.

You jump as your boss’ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick that’s gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know he’s tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet you’re frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.

He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesn’t hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.

“I can tell your pussy’s been used well here, so willing to let me in. This city’s been treating you good, hunny.”

You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.

Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You can’t help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didn’t even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.

Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.

When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds you’re already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your boss’ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you

“What a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think I’m gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,” he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.

Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you don’t even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.

“Ooooh— nngh— god! Oh god! Fuck,” you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.

Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.

“Louder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,” he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.

Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what he’s doing to you to the whole room. And you don’t dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till you’re sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.

“H-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?” You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers who’ve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.

“One of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,” your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what he’s talking about. It’s hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.

“A what?”

“Free use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,” Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But it’s hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.

Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.

“But I didn’t…”

Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.

“You saying you didn’t know?”

All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows you’re getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.

“Well what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.”

As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.

Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.

But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldn’t have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter… and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.

“Where— where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need… to see— to talk to him immediately,” you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.

Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked ‘Conference room D.’

“In the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the moment…”

With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe it’s all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else too…