A Warm Welcome

a warm welcome

description: gojo satoru returned from a mission and who are you to not make it a warm welcome home?

warnings: oral (male receiving), slight praise kink, slight oral fixation (i think), and face fucking

a/n: yeah this is for the gojo fuckers😼 i’ve also never written for male receiving oral so i hope this is good!

“fuck princess” gojo moaned out, head hazy with how good your mouth felt wrapped around him. 

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Know Your Place

Pairing: William James Moriarty x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, cum eating, blowjob, cunnilingus, office sex, cockarming, power play, cum marking, a little bit of hair-pulling (for Reader)

Word count: 0.5k

Kinktober Day 24: Power play

A/N: More Yuumori content for kinktober! You all really popped off with these.

Signing up to be William Moriarty's secretary meant keeping track of his appointments, sorting out letters, giving advice on the rare occasion he asked for it. You never imagined that it also included sucking his dick under the desk.

He looked down at you both hands tangled in your hair tugging then letting go when you swallow him all the way to the base. "You're getting better at this dear."

"Better?" You quirk an eyebrow at him, giving his cock a long lick from his balls to the tip, grinning at the way it twitched in your hand, "Rare for you to offer such complements sir."

"I give them when they're well deserved. And right now you're more then due for them." He guides your mouth back to the tip, which you give a long kiss to, a string of cum clinging to your lips as you wrap them around his length again. "You have a very talented mouth. I suppose gossip is true at times." You hum in question at him, briefly pausing for him to elaborate, "I've heard people say that the only reason you have your position is because of your body, which by the was is very beautiful I must say."

You've heard what they say. You know it's not true. William knows it's not true. You've seen him get angry at your behalf and defend you. One of the reasons you're kneeling before him now, so willing to bend to his whim isn't because he's more powerful than you, it's because he's a good man, at least as far as you're concerned.

"They'd feel very jealous I think, knowing just how good your mouth truly is." His cock pulses in your mouth and you feel sharp pain bolt though you as he pulls you by your hair, spraying you with his cum. You're breathless, your face and mouth painted white while he still has his perfect composure, his blood red eyes looking down at you, and his smirk, "Don't worry, a gentleman like myself won't kiss and tell."

He leans down and lets out a low moan as he tastes himself on your tongue, "But I might." You mumble against his lips.

"I suppose that is a possibility. Then again," He tapped his desk with his hand. Your cunt fluttered at the offer, and again when you looked down at his cock now oozing and covered in cum, "you enjoy this as much as I do. Every day you get here you know I'm going to fuck you, you know it so well that you even started coming to work without underwear."

"Does this mean you're willing to pay me more now that I've gotten better at my job?" You wink at him, reaching out to pull him closer even as you place your legs on his shoulders, completely spread out under him.

William nods before covering your mouth with his hand and sliding inside your pussy with one well timed thrust, "As long as you know your place you can have anything you want my dear."

As though as William was, when he was inside of you, when he felt you milking him dry you were pretty sure you could ask for the mansion and he'd sign it over. He had a soft spot for you no matter if he wanted to admit it or not.

"And so can you." Your words were muffled against his hand, quickly followed by your moans.

could you plsss write a dom suguru smut 😭 maybe sprinkle in some overstim and SOFTTTT aftercare 😭🖤

༄˖°.ೃ࿔*:･Cabin | Suguru Geto

SYNOPSIS: You and Suguru go on a group cabin trip, with a couple of drinks and your love for each other… what happens?

CONTENTS: dom!suguru, established relationship, rough, smut, fluff, soft, fem!reader

i forgot the overstim please don’t hate me 😣

“deodorant?” you ask with your iPad in the palm of your hand, the pencil hovering over.

suguru digs in the side of your shared bag, halfway pulling out a baggy with your deodorants, letting out a drawn-out "uhhh.”

“check.” he says, his deep voice flowing out like honey.

you check off the box on your iPad, zooming in on the next checklist item.  

“charges? including phone, iPad, and computer.” suguru pats himself down, then leans his body over the bag that laid on the bed, snatching up a mini box that held the chargers.

“check.”

you check off the box, then zoom into the last checklist, “spoons?”

he tilts his head, squinting his eyes in confusion. “what?”

you throw the iPad on the bed and walk towards the nightstand on your side, pulling out a ziplock bag filled with spoons.

“it’s for the couple's activity.” you say throwing the spoons on top of the bag, walking back to retrieve your iPad, checking off the spoons, then closing the case cover.

he sighs, putting the spoons inside the bag and zipping them up.

you guys were going on a couples trip for a few days. one of your girlfriends wanted you to come, so you of course agreed with no hesitation.

suguru on the other hand, wasn’t too thrilled; he wasn’t a big fan of hanging out with other couples.

at first, he made it his life mission to be accepted by your friends, hang out with them, and gain their trust, but after months, he gave up.

it’s not that they didn’t like him; it was that he was just... there?

after months of no avail, your friends would invite you and suguru on double dates, triple dates, and, oh god, dates with four couples.

every date ended with him complaining of a headache.

so knowing he wasn’t thrilled about 2-hour dinners with other couples, imagine how shocked and disappointed he was when you told him your friend invited you to a three-day trip in the mountains with four other couples.

“im sorry… fucking what?” he says, putting down his phone and looking at you like he just saw a ghost.

you slide on his lap, wrapping your arms around him.

“it’ll be fun, trust; amber really wanted US to come, please." you say, batting your eyelashes, taking a strand of his hair, and twirling it.

he sighs, dropping his head in defeat. how could he say no?

he thinks you guys are just going to build connections and all that other corny shit couples do in a group together, but really, this was for him.

he always had a hard time getting out there and just letting loose, and you thought this would be just right.

suguru slides the shared bag onto his shoulder, slipping his wallet into his pocket.

“you ready?” he asks, adjusting himself. you could tell he was nervous; he always had a habit of fidgeting before an event.

you nod, walking out, and suguru follows. after everything was placed in the car and the seatbelts were on, you both started the drive-out.

the cabin wasn’t too far, but it was a little bit away. the mountains and the waterfalls were really pretty this time of year.

after an hour or two of driving, suguru pulls into a rocky driveway where two other cars sit. a figure walks out from the porch towards the car as he parks.

amber knocks on the side of your window, and you smile brightly at her, unbuckling your seatbelt and getting out.

suguru gets out, grabs your bags, and walks to the front of the car, leaning on it.

she gently pulls your arm, walking you to the side of the cabin.

“im so glad you could make it; i don’t know what i would’ve done if you couldn’t.” you laugh, reaching your arm out and rubbing hers.

“of course, are we too early? i don’t see anyone  else."amber digs in her pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and shaking her head.

“mm mm.” she says as she slips a cigarette in her mouth, shaking her head and lighting the cigarette.

she takes a drag, looking around the corner, then back at you. “everyone else lives a bit closer, so i’m sure they’re just waiting a bit.”

you nod, smiling at her, then look at the ground. she watches your demeanor change and taps your arm.

“i gave you the biggest room; why are you frowning?” she says it jokingly.

you laughed lightly, pushing her arm back; you were just scared for suguru. you didn’t want this to be an unbearable experience for him.

while you thought you could’ve been doing him a favor, he’s probably losing his shit.

“don’t be too hard on him," you say, leaning back onto the logs. amber rolls her eyes, taking another drag.

“oh come on, it’s all jokes. tell your boyfriend to stop being sensitive.”

you scrunch your face up in annoyance; he was far from that. he tried; no, actually, he tries.

“y/n it’s getting cold out. come on.” you hear suguru say from the corner. you peek around the corner, then back at amber.

she blows out her smoke, throwing it on the floor and smushing it. “he’s right, go see your room. i’ll wait out here, boo.”

you nod, walking back to the car, suguru leaning with his arms folded over his chest.

“you could’ve just gone inside.”

he leans off the car, holding his hand out for you to take. you walk towards him, clasping your hand in his.

“absolutely not. you go into random people’s houses?” you chuckle while walking with him inside.

the inside was filled with brick and a large couch in the shape of a square, with a small opening where people could walk in and out.

a circular, two-sectioned chandler hanging in the middle, the bright lights shining throughout the cabin.

“this is beautiful," he says as you pull him towards the steps, his eyes still locked on the living room. he’s seen cabins, but none this cozy and pretty before.

you drag him upstairs, his hand locked in yours. the hallway is long, with doors on each side of the hallway.

amber told you where your room would be ahead of time, so there was no trouble finding it.

“here you are.” you opened the room door; your room was the second-to-last door on the right.

walking in, there’s a king-size bed on the right side, a fireplace in front of it, and a big window further out in the room with a couch and a couple of chairs near it.

the room was spacious and beautiful. you let go of his hand, slipping off your shoes.

he sets the bag down beside sitting down on the bed; his eyes span the room, then at you. he pats his leg, gesturing for you to sit.

you smile walking over, sitting on his lap, he stares at you intently. his eyes are scanning your every feature.

his hand falls on your waist, gripping it, while the other rubs your thigh.

“you’re so beautiful," he whispers, the space between the two of you closing. he leans in, pecking your lips.

you kiss him back, wrapping your arm around his shoulder as the other sits on his cheek.

his kiss was soft and attentive, tasting each other. your hand on his cheek travels down to the end of his hoodie, sliding under and feeling his warm abs.

you pull away, giving him that look—the look he knows all too well. your eyes beg him for something more, and he slides his tongue over his bottom lip, revealing his tongue piercing.

“you want to do this now?” he asks, rubbing your waist and looking at you in the eyes, his twinkling.

you smile putting your forehead on his with both your noses touching. “no no, not right now; i want your full attention.”

he nods, smiling back at you. there’s a knock at the door and distant voices in the back.

you get up and walk towards the door. you open it, and there are Kayla and Sean at the door. they peek inside with their mouths dropped open.

"woahhh, look, they got the big room!” kayla says walking in with wandering eyes.

sean peeks inside, and his eyes land on suguru smiling. “sug! what’s up? where’ve you been?” he says, hand gripping the doorway frame.

suguru gets up, walks towards him, and smiles, "yo! right, y/n trying to hide me.” he says jokingly, you roll your eyes, walking towards kayla wrapping your arms around her, with her doing the same.

“oh stop it," you say, pressing your cheek against hers. sean holds out his hand, dapping suguru up.

amber walks in, throwing some clothes on the bed, and quickly walks back out, yelling from down the hallway.

“everyone put on your pjs, i’m ready to eat and get drunk!” everyone looks around slightly confused, but you unwrap your arms and walk towards the bed.

kayla walks out with sean waving her hand, “see you guys downstairs.” you and suguru mumble something back, holding up the pieces.

you hold up some small black shorts, and he holds up some black plain pajama pants. you both look at each other's pieces, and suguru holds his eyebrow up.

“and where the hell are you supposed to be wearing that?” he says, tossing his pants back on the bed and picking up the shirt.

you do the same, picking up the regular black t-shirt off the bed. “right.” you say, immediately slipping off your shirt. suguru looks at you and then does the same.

“wait awe, don’t we look cute?" you’re both in the pjs and suguru is redoing his bun. he looks at you through the full-body mirror in the corner of the room, holding his rubber band in his mouth and both his hands holding his hair.

he takes the rubber band out of his mouth, slicking his hair back. “uh huh, do a little turn for me.”

you turn around, bending down, putting your arm between your legs, and patting your backside.

he ties his hair in a neat bun with a strand of hair hanging out, smirking, “atta girl."

he turns around and walks towards you, smacking your ass. “come on.” he takes your hand, and you both walk downstairs.

there’s a few people in the kitchen, and there’s some people in the square-shaped format in the middle of the living room.

when you guys make your way to the living room, everyone starts cheering playfully, “ahhhh there's the slow pokes.” amber says criss cross apple sauce in between her boyfriend’s ian legs while sipping her wine.

you grin as you walk towards the couch, slipping into the opening and flopping down. suguru ruffles your hair before heading to the kitchen to get himself something to eat.

“i hope everyone brought their spoons like i put in the checklist, cough cough zola."

zola is in the kitchen, pouring different liquors into a big mason jar. she rolls her eyes, yelling back.

“yeah fuck off. i doubt we’re even going to do that fuckass activity.”

amber shifts in her seat, swallowing the last bit of wine and rolling her eyes. “can you just hurry up?"

you lean back, trying to get a view of the kitchen to see what suguru was doing. you hated to admit it, but you did sometimes look after him like he was a child.

you never knew what he was thinking or feeling in moments like this, and you knew being in a new environment could make him feel nervous.

a warm hand gripping your thigh shook you out of your thoughts. you looked down and then at amber.

“you’re getting thick, girl; he must be putting in that work.” you laugh, and you feel someone sitting down next to you.  

suguru holds out a glass of red wine filled to the brim for you, and he has a red solo cup in his.

“who’s putting in work?” suguru says, pulling your leg over his thigh.

kayla pops a cherry in her mouth, looking at the both of you. “you obviously.”

suguru takes a sip out of his cup while his other hand rubs your leg. “what do you mean?"

zola and her boyfriend, ethan, slide through the small opening, putting the big mason jar in the middle and flopping down with their red solo cups.

“you’re fucking her good," ethan says, sliding down between zola’s legs.

you cough up your drink, some going into your nose. while you knew where this was going, the comment still caught you off guard.

suguru pats your back while everyone laughs.

“ain’t nothing wrong with that.” zola says taking another sip of her drink.

the night was filled with laughter, eating, and drinking. it was chill, and this was the most peace you’ve felt in a long time, besides suguru of course.

everyone dialed down, talking among themselves as suguru was leaned into you, his face only inches away from yours.

he brings his voice down to a whisper only you could hear, rubbing your leg still.

“those shorts look good on you, baby.” you smile and whisper back, “those pants look good on you.” he smiles back at you, his hand inching up to your inner thigh.

“let’s go up; it’s late.” you nod, looking at him with low, glossy eyes.

he grabs your hand, guiding you to the steps. “do i need to carry you or are you good?” you grip his hand, shaking your head. “i’m good, i’m good,” you say.

he nods, guiding you up the steps and then down the hallway to your room. you guys get in, and he’s immediately on you.

his lips locked onto yours and his hands roaming your body, he pushes you against the door and locks it as he kisses you on the jaw.

his cheeks are flushed and his head is buzzing from all the drinks he had, but that’s not stopping him.

he’s been looking at you all night, with your ass popping out of those tiny little shorts and your shirt rising every time you moved.

“i want you so fucking bad," he says between kissing you. you moan into his mouth as his tongue tickles the roof of your mouth.

he didn’t know if it was you or the alcohol making his dick twitch, but he just marked it down as both.

he takes a step back away from the kiss, a spit string connecting on both his and your mouth. picking you up and walking toward the bed, your arm was wrapped around his shoulder, and your hips grinded into him.

your breathing got heavier as he set you down on the bed, the bright light shining on your face.

suguru takes a few seconds admiring you before sliding his hands under your shirt, his hands inched closer towards your boobs.

you gulp as you feel his fingertips on your nipples, sending shivers down your spine. he  takes one hand and places it on the mattress, balancing himself as he hovers over you.

his knee pushing into the mattress and sliding up between your legs, you spread your legs wider to fit him.

the heat radiating from your crotch is felt between the fabric of both your shorts and his pants.

he pushes his knee into your core as you grip his arm. pushing into you harder with a specific rhythm.

“grind into me; i want to feel you.” he says this as his finger swipes over your nipple repeatedly.

you look up at him with doe eyes, listening, rocking your hips back and forth, and he moves his knee. your cunt is getting wetter by the second.

he suddenly stops, leaning back up. you lean up after him, and he’s pulling down his pants.

“take off those shorts, now.” his tone was authoritative. you quickly do as you say, sliding your shorts off along with your panties.

he stares at you while you do it, running his thumb over his bottom lip.

“on your knees.” he says, taking a step back and making room for you.

you slowly slide off the bed, getting on your knees and placing your hands in your lap.

he smirks but quickly hides it, stepping closer and grabbing your hair in one swift move.

“oh shit.” you say as his fingers slip in between your hair. 

he takes his other hand, pulling down his briefs, hard on slapping on your face. it startles you, but you keep your composure.

“how bad do you want this dick down your throat?” his voice deep and smooth, his words bouncing off of you.

you take one of your hands, grab it, and then suguru slaps it away, quickly grabbing your wrist with force.

you ball your other hand in a fist, still trying not to show reaction. he takes his other hand, gripping your jaw.

“i asked you a question; that means speak.” he says this, cocking his head to the side. you swallow, nodding.

“i want your dick so far down my throat, suguru.” he runs his tongue over his bottom lip, sliding his thumb over your bottom lip and pushing it into your mouth.

“suck, show me how good you can work this pretty little mouth,” he says, pushing his thumb further down your throat.

you swirled your tongue around his thumb, pursing your lips on it as his dick twitched on your face. that movement along made your pussy hush with excitement.

he suddenly takes his thumb out, sticking his dick inside your mouth with no hesitation. your eyes widen in shock as you grip his thighs for stability.

“there you go, take it," he says, moving his hips back and forth.

he couldn’t wait any longer; the feeling of your tongue swirling on his thumb was enough to send him into overload.

he grips your hair tighter as he pounds into your mouth, biting his lip and looking down at you, trying to suppress his moans.

he places his other hand on your cheek, and he feels his dick sliding in and out of you rapidly.

your eyes start to water as bubbles start to form on the sides of your mouth, and your twirl swirls around his length as it keeps hitting the back of the throat.

alright enough of this, he thinks.

he slips his dick out of your mouth, pulling you up to your feet by your hair.

“bend over," he says. you obey, leaning over the end of the bed, using your elbows for support.

suguru lines himself up, sliding his hand over your core, you shivering from his touch and your wetness coating his fingers.

“you’re so needy for me," he says, sliding himself inside of you with no hesitation.

“oh fuck…” you let out, dropping your head down, his hands still interlocked in between your hair.

he thrusts into you, rubbing your ass with his other hand and giving it a hard smack with his other hand.

your back arches as you feel the heat and stinging radiating off your ass. you bite your lower lip, realizing there’s a whole group of people downstairs that could hear you.

suguru leans down toward your ear, smirking.

“look what the fuck i do to you. you're scared someone’s going to hear you getting your brains fucked out."

he pounds into you again, giving your ass another smack. your words are caught in your throat.

scared a moan is going to escape if you even say a peep.

he smacks your ass again, pulling your hair with force, his jaw clenched, his grip tightening.

“call out for me.” he says it still in your ear, his breath sending goosebumps down your spine.

you shake your head while still biting your lip, you’re sure at the rate you’re going, blood will flow out soon.

he takes removes his hands from your hair, sliding them on your neck, gripping, and your head falling back on his shoulder.

his pace is quickening, and your heart is beating faster. you can hear his breathing, feel his heart beating, smell the alcohol on his breath, and see his signature strand of hair rocking back and forth as he continues to put his all into fucking you.

the bed creaking beneath you as he thrusts and pounds into you.

you can feel yourself lose yourself and clench around him as he keeps going; your breathing is heavy and your eyes are drooping.

his squeezes your neck, whispering in your ear, “are you going to answer the fucking question or do i need to stop?"

"no, no don’t stop.” you thought to yourself

you let out slow, small breaths before trying to speak again. “suguru.” you say in a soft voice as he digs into you deeper. he takes his other hand, placing it under you and pressing down on your stomach.

you let out a sudden scream, rolling your eyes back deep. he kisses the side of your face, pressing again and getting the same response.

“that’s my girl; now just say my name just like that.” he says pressing down again. you clench your draw, wanting to hold your head down, but the grip suguru had on you was tight.

literally and figuratively.

he presses down on your stomach again, and you let out a loud moan.

“suguru!” you shout out. your world went blurry as your head began to spin.

there it was, your heart beating, and the heat radiating from your cunt exploded.

suguru quickly pulled out, spilling all over your ass and flopping beside you; his head was ringing and his heart was beating out his chest, trying to catch his breath.

after minutes of you laying on your stomach collapsed and suguru laying on his back, trying to regain his thoughts, you turned your head towards him.

“that was new… right?” suguru slowly turns his head towards you, grinning.

“definitely new. what did you think?” you smile brightly, sliding towards him, throwing your leg over his and your arm over his stomach.

“i loved it; do you think anyone heard us?” you ask almost in a whisper.

suguru laughs, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your head. "nah, I think they’re fucked out; they’re minds, even i am.”

you laugh, snuggling into his side, his smell bringing you comfort as your eyes slowly shut.

“i love you," he whispers, closing his eyes.

Bride and Joy

Pairing: Mycroft Holmes x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, breeding kink, interrogation, dirty talk, name-calling, rough sex, creampie, table sex, oral fingering, cnc roleplay, roleplay, dark Mycroft Holmes

Word count: 2k

Kinktober Day 8: Breeding Kink

A/N: Mycroft seems like one of these people who would be extremely possessive of his lover so that's the angle I'm taking here. I'm glad to see people requesting all the pretty Yuumori men for kinktober.

You already knew it was all over for you. You got caught, detained and placed within an interrogation cell waiting for who ever the set on you. Betraying the Queen is no small crime after all.

The room door opened and a tall man in a black suit and a cigar walked in. You knew him to be Mycroft Holmes, one of the Queens best and most trusted men. And the most ruthless.

"Well you got yourself in quite a bind there haven't you little missy?" He took a drag of his cigar as he walked to where you sat and placed the file on the table in front of you, exhaling the smoke as he did so. "Stealing documents, forging signatures, weapon smuggling and a plot against the Royal family. You've been quite busy haven't you?"

You narrowed your eyes and clenched your fists, "If you know all of that already then why am I here? You've got your evidence, why not charge me with treason and be done with it?"

Mycroft chuckled, closing the file and tapping his index finger on it, "That's certainly an option." He took another drag before he put the cigarette out, "But we could use someone of your talents. Of course you'd still be under our surveillance but you'd still be a free woman. In some ways at least. I haven't spoken to her Majesty yet but I'm certain she would agree. I only need you to say yes to marrying me."

He looked at you like it was the most obvious solution to your problem. You on the other hand looked at him like he had just lost his mind. "Excuse me? Why would I do such a thing?" You felt his gaze sharpen as a blush spread across your face.

"No one would ever agree to let you roam free without supervision. I'm afraid not even I could negotiate that. But if I were to take you as my wife, well it would grant you a certain favor and immunity as a spy." He walked around the small table and grabbed your chin, his eyes staring into yours, "Surely you're aware of how beautiful you are. You would make a fine wife. And..." His fingers trail lightly across your throat and across your side, making you shiver, "A fine mother I'm sure."

His smile widened as his fingers started to skim the edge of your shirt, giving the barest hint of touch on your thigh. You gulped under his gaze, feeling like an a small animal looking at their predator. Both fear and adrenaline rush though you as you stammer out, "W-What? But I'm... I don't think this is a good idea."

"No? Any why not? You get a pardon, you get to keep your job, you get a nice husband. I promise to treat you right and love you for as long as we're together." Although his word was meant to be comforting you could sense a darkness behind them. "I will make you feel so good. Just give yourself to me my sweet."

A high gasp tore from your throat when you felt his fingers rubbing you through your panties.

"H-Hold on. This isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this. I don't even know you." His eyes softened for a moment, his lips closing in on yours.

"Oh you will. We'll get very familiar with each other." Mycroft pushed his lips against yours, they were softer than you expected but his tongue was quick to remind of you how rough he could be, pushing past your lips, swallowing your little soft moan and brushing against your tongue. "You're getting wet already. Are you sure you don't want me?"

"You're my enemy. I shouldn't..." Hi moved your panties to the side and moved two fingers up and down in a slow manner, spreading the wetness evenly before pushing them both inside with no warning. You screamed at the intrusion and buried your head in his chest to muffle your moans, fisting your hands into his suit, "God." You whimpered and shifted in your seat as he moved his fingers in and out, taking them out all the way to the tip and then burring them all the way to the end.

"You're beginning to loosen up. If you're already this wet I can't even imagine what you're gonna feel like around my cock." He took your hand in his placed it over his bulge. The cock throbbed under your touch, warm even though the material of his pants, "See how hard I am already? That's all for you. All for this cunt."

Upon hearing the possessive growl in his voice you couldn't help but spread your legs. He paused for just a moment and then laughed.

"Well would you look at that. Little whore wants it now does she? That didn't take long. You need to make it for fun for me miss." He slid his fingers out, pulling your panties off in the process. "Start by cleaning these for me."

He offers you his fingers, still looking rough even while covered in your juices. When you didn't immediately go for his fingers you heard him scoff next to your ear as he pushed them against your lips, "I told you to suck. You need to follow my orders to the letter if you want this to work out for you." You let out a whimper as you open your mouth for him, allowing him to slide his fingers in and fuck your throat, "Good girl. You'll learn fast don't worry. I'll make you into my little cockslut before you know it."

You moaned around his fingers at his words, a fresh flood of wetness gathering below as you start bucking your hips forward, clouding your senses, "Please, I can't..."

"Beg. Beg me to fuck you. Tell me you're a horny slut who wants to be breed. Say it." He was very rough when taking his fingers out and grabbing your chin with his still wet hands, "Well?"

It was embarrassing how easily you were being broken by him. How easily he managed to get to you just by using his words and fingers. How badly you wanted it. Wanted him. "I'm a horny slut... who wants to be breed." Mycroft grinned, wide and pleased at your confession.

"Interesting. I wasn't being serious with that one but it's nice to hear you admit to it." Another blush spread across your face and down you neck, "Well how can I refuse my future wife." He gave you a brief kiss, humming at your the lingering taste on your tongue. He chuckled as he tapped your cheek lightly and turned to give you some room. You could hear him unbuckling his belt. "Why don't you bend over and present for me, I want a good look at you."

You gulped in anticipation as you stood up on shaky legs, your slick running down your thighs and dripping onto the floor. You felt like you're in heat, ready to be taken and fucked. That feeling only intensified when Mycroft turned around and lets you see his hard dick, standing tall between his legs with his hand at the base. Your cunt pulsed with need to be filled and stretched open by it. Maybe you were just a bitch in heat after all.

And like a good bitch you presented yourself for him, bending over the edge of the table and hiking up your shirt, revealing your cunt and your ass. But not before getting a glimpse of his muscular body as he undid his bowtie and started undoing the buttons on his shirt.

"What a lovely sight you are. So ready for me." You hear his footsteps approaching followed quickly by his hand smoothing over your left ass cheek before gripping your hip in a tight, sure to bruise grip. "Are you ready for my cock?"

"Yes." You breathed out, even catching yourself off guard with how needy and breathless you sounded.

"And have you earned it? Do you promise to be a good whore for me whenever I ask? To get on your knees and suck my cock at the snap of my fingers." He leaned over to snap them next to your ear as the tip of his cock nudged at your opening.

"I promise. I'll be good. I'll be so good." Mycroft laughed at your eagerness, pushing his fingers into your mouth as he tilted your head a little for easier access. "Fuck. Fuck me. Please, please, please." You could barely talk with your mouth sucking on his fingers but you wanted it so much that you don't care how desperate you were.

When he finally does slide in you don't care that this was supposed to be an interrogation, that he's your enemy, that he basically blackmailed you into marrying him, all you care about his how his cock fills you up over and over.

"You take me so nicely. You were made for me weren't you. Just for me and my cock. I'll fuck you every day I can promise you that, breed you like you need to be bred. You're gonna look so pretty when you're full of my cum you little slut. My pretty cumslut." He thrust his hips into yours, his fingers playing in your mouth, dragging them over the flat of your tongue.

You whimpered and moaned for him, bucking your hips backwards, your wet cunt clenching around his throbbing dick, making him hum and go harder and faster at every jolt of his hips. The room was filled with wet, needy, lewd sounds of him fucking two of your holes at the same time, your moans muffled but still very audible.

He was ruthless in his pace, shoving his cock as deep as it could go, dragging along your front wall every time he pulled out. You were starting to get dizzy with pleasure, your cunt so full yet so empty. You needed more. You needed him to fill you up properly.

"Please come. Please. Fill me up." You struggled to talk around his fingers, your words barely coherent.

"What ever you say sweetheart." He was so amused by the state he's brought you to that he decided to have mercy and give you want you wanted, "But you're gonna have to come first." He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and once again places them next to your ear, "Ready?"

You nodded, not trusting your voice. You heard his fingers snap next to your ear, and something snapped inside you as well, a flood heat rushing though you as you bucked your hips wildly and came all over his cock.

"Good slut. So good for me. So damn good." In one last, hard thrust he buried his dick deep inside of you and flooded your womb with his cum, his hips twitching as he groans through his release, your name falling from his lips as he leans over you. You both took deep breaths to relax your bodies and let the combined pleasure flow through you, "Did you enjoy that my love?"

"Fuck Mycroft. I mean just... holy shit." You breathed out hard at which he lets out a slow chuckle.

"That good I see. I'm glad. Thank you for indulging me in this. And for the suggestion to roleplay. I bet it would have been fun to break you." His lips skimmed the area of your neck, pressing slow kisses as you relax under him, "Do you want to stay like this a little? And don't worry about anyone walking in on us. I made sure we have more than enough time. Maybe even for a round two if you feel like it."

"Hell yes." You squeezed around him as he pulled you back against his chest and took a seat on the chair, his cock comfortably snug inside of you, keeping most of his cum inside. "How about we try for a round three after we get home?"

He laughed loud against your neck, "Are you taking the roleplay seriously? You don't actually need to take my cock all the time."

"No. But what if I want to?" You rolled and pushed your hips downward, feeling him twitch inside you.

"Then who am I to say no to my wife." With a soft touch he turned your head towards him to give you the sweetest kiss of the day, but not the last.

Sherlock Holmes (Kitamura Ryo) in Moriarty The Patriot Stage Play: Case 2 ②

you spend the day at a private beach with satoru in attempts to relax, but really, he's had something in mind since he heard that the beach was going to be rented out.

word count: 2.2K

warnings/disclaimers: this is not safe for work, minors do not interact. oral (fem receiving), fingering, public & consensual sex (despite it being a private beach), creampie, creaming, and squirting. use of the words: daddy, baby & baby girl.

authors note: this is the first time i've written for satoru, so if you have feedback, i'm all ears! thank you to @weepinglevi who read this first. and i hope you enjoy my first jjk work !

There was a reason you loved the beach.

The warm air, along with the soft smell of the body of water that you're lounging by. Peaceful, especially when the beach was private––reserved by a group of sorcerers that deemed vacation was much needed for all of them. And of course, you loved the way that you're laid back on a beach chair with your legs thrown over the shoulders of a white-haired man.

Satoru had been eager since the morning. He'd woken up an hour before you to pack the bags, then started following you around in his swimming suit until you locked him out of the bathroom so you could change into your own suit. After the amount of times he promised you that the beach was private, you were more than comfortable to pick a suit that would be easy to untie so that the sun could spread warmth across your skin evenly.

The ride to the beach had been the longest part. While he was the one driving, he kept fidgeting around, and flashing you little grins.

"Are you excited?" He asked, his hand leaving the wheel to rest on your thigh and squeeze it comfortably. Without giving you enough time to respond, he continued, "I am."

With his tongue pressing deep inside of your cunt, you knew why he had been excited. The fabric of your bottoms had been pushed to the side to make room for him; his fingers still hooked underneath the fabric now, tugging it occasionally when you squirmed up the chair from him. His glasses were pushing back white strands from his eyes–leaving crystal hues glistening in the sun as he watched you.

When your back arched a little off the chair, Satoru hummed cheerfully and pulled back with glistening lips, "don't you like the change of scenery?"

Don't you?

He doesn't wait, just gives you a grin before leaning back in. Usually, he's teasing when he has you spread out like this, but there's a warmth to your skin that's from far more than just the sun. The beach might be private, but it didn't mean other sorcerer's wouldn't come trampling along for a day off.

Satoru doesn't pay mind to that worry––mostly because it doesn't cross his mind to be one. He's concentrating the tip of his tongue against your clit, drawing circles around it while he makes satisfied sounds at the back of his throat. His fingers finally withdraw from the fabric of your bathing suit, and slip between your wet folds.

"You'd think we went swimming already," he teases, pulling back enough to watch his fingers slip inside of your aching body, relieving the burning want momentarily. Satoru tsks, his other hand moving to your hip to still your arch. "Stop squirming up the seat, (y/n). I didn't bring anything to keep you tied down."

Next time, he thinks, I will.

"I'm not doing it purposefully," you answer, preening a little when he licks his lips and admires your body before he's back to your pussy.

While his fingers slowly work inside of you, running across your velvety walls with purpose, his lips close around your aching bud. With his cheeks hollowed a little, he makes a point to moan as he sucks, and lets his eyes flutter shut after you meet them.

He thinks he's the hottest thing alive all the time, and you can't deny that it's the truth. His cockiness is always what gets you.

The soft ache of your growing orgasm racks through you quickly. Satoru's fingers are curving inside of you, the soft wet sound of your pussy mix in with the waves as they bite up the sandy beach. When your eyes slip shut, it's because you're holding onto the beach chair harshly, and arching into his mouth with soft whimpers of his name. He shows no signs of stopping, or slowing down, so carelessly you shake until you finally reach your peak.

You cover his fingers in white, creamy cum. He doesn't stop, even when his mouth has left your clit and he's praising, "atta girl. Look at how wet you are for daddy."

The self-proclaimed title is enough to make you lift your head from the fabric of the chair, and look down at him with a soft whine climbing up your throat. Just in time to watch as he pulls his fingers from your fluttering walls, and brings them to his mouth. He makes a show of licking them off–knowing that you're watching him as he does. His tongue dips between his parting fingers, and his lashes slowly flutter as he peers up at you.

Satoru finishes, then stands. His cock tented in his swimming shorts. He holds his hand out so that when you grab it, he can pull you up onto your shaking legs.

"Where-"

"I want to fuck you on the beach." It's the matter of fact way that he says it that makes you follow him, despite the way you'd expressed a million times while watching movies just how uncomfortable it would be to fuck on a beach. But he didn't press you onto the sand, but instead a towel that he'd already laid down. He dropped between your legs again, smiling at you when you absently dragged your fingers across the sand on either side of your body.

You were a bit too far up the towel, and there was sand in your hair now. You'd complain later, but right now, you were too concentrated on the way Satoru was pushing his shorts down his thighs, leaving his cock springing out.

He was big–matching his build, and he was never shy, only proud when he caught you looking.

"How do you want daddy's cock, hm?"

Stupidly, you didn't answer.

Satoru's brows raised a little, and he brought both hands to your breasts, pushing them together. "Here?" When you whined, he traced his hands down your body, his fingers momentarily slipping back between your folds to barely press inside of you.

"Ooooh," he dragged out, almost in a little tune. "You want daddy down here, don't you baby girl?"

His smile never faltered when he was with you. Maybe it was because he was always able to reduce you into nothing but soft whimpers, whines. It made his cock ache every time he thought about it. Now, it was twitching in his own hand as he guided the tip to your clit to slap it a few times.

"Satoru," you warned, but it hardly had any bite to it. As soon as you'd finished his name, it was repeated again–this time in response to the way he pressed against your entrance.

"Ah, ah. Patience is a virtue." His voice always had a teasing lilt to it. He found amusement in the way that you pressed down to try and entice him to slip inside. But he was aching just as much for you, and he'd been dreaming about fucking you on the beach since he found out they were going to rent the private area. After this, he already had plans to convince you into letting him fuck you in the water too.

But for now, he concentrated on splitting you open on his hard cock. The head pressing between your wet folds, and inside of your fluttering walls. Satoru adored watching the way your lips parted to moan his name softly–even more when one of your hands left the sand in favour of him.

"That's a good girl. Look at how well you're taking my cock." You nodded at his words, unable to help the whine when he kept slipping further inside of your tight walls, fighting to adjust to the way he fit inside of you. "You were made for it, weren't you?"

Satoru's twitching cock sat inside of your aching body. The sun was beating down on his back, making it so his features were a little more pink than usual. He was warm, but comfortably so, and watching your expression as your legs wrapped around his frame. Your heel pressed on his back a little. You'd barely muttered out a request for him to move before he was snapping his hips back, then thrusting his cock back into your body roughly.

You let out a surprised moan in response. One that he gleefully ate up, and wanted to hear more of. So his hips came back again. Each time, his skin slapped against yours. His balls heavy against your frame each time he did.

He built a steady rhythm. Though, each time he fucked into you, you moved a little further up the towel. The sand provided little traction underneath the itchy fabric. You failed to find purchase in the sand too–instead grabbing a fistful of it, while your other hand desperately held onto Satoru.

When he had you pinned underneath him, it was one of the few times that you witnessed him losing himself entirely. Without much more than soft praises tumbling from his lips, he was chasing his own orgasm, and desperately searching for your second of the day (and undoubtedly, not the last).

"Gonna cum on my cock for me, baby?" His words were still teasing. With his face tucking into your neck so that he could talk low in your ear, you couldn't see his smile, but you could hear it. "Fuuuuck, you feel so good. You're gonna milk daddy. Make me empty everything inside of your sweet little cunt."

You moaned in response, unable to find more words than that. Your hand slid down from his shoulder to his exposed ribs, scratching down them a little roughly.

He never used his technique when he was with you. Satoru trusted you entirely, and wanted you to mark his skin up.

"M'close," he muttered, then lifted up. His sunglasses dropped back to the bridge of his nose, and out of annoyance, he pulled them off and dropped them into the sand. Then, he lifted up to his knees–ignoring your disapproving hmmph when your legs were forced to unhook. Satoru pulled out, and you thought for a second that he was going to edge you now that you showed annoyance–but instead, he pulled your legs over his shoulders once again.

"Be good. Let daddy fuck you nice and hard like this. You're going to cum on my cock when daddy does, alright?" He framed it as a request, but it was a demand. You knew Satoru better than to think it was just a suggestion. When he slipped back inside, he dropped his hands into the sand next to you, and purposefully tilted his hips enough to hit your g-spot.

The new position made it easy for him to fuck into you harder, and deeper than he had been before. It made you mewl his name softly. Without the strength to lift your arms up to touch him, you were left pulling at your own breast; exposing them so that you could roll hardened buds between your fingers.

"Do me a favour, baby–play with your clit for daddy."

You nodded, reaching your hand between your body to abuse your own sensitive clit. Satoru groaned at the way your walls tightened around his cock from the new stimulation.

"Fuck. That's a good girl - you feel so good. You're so good for me."

The sun behind his body made it hard for you to look up at him, but your vision was blurry from the way he was fucking into you, anyhow. Satoru almost looked angelic––even more when he moaned your name. Your second orgasm had been building steadily inside of you, but his command is what tipped you over: "cum for me."

You did even more than that for him. You cried out softly as he kept fucking into you, even as he started to spill hot seed inside. His cum was seeping out of your hole as you squirted around his cock.

"Holy shit," he swore, amused by the way you started to squirm more underneath him. Your fingers stilled on your clit, unable to take the stimulation as you drenched your bathing suit in your own arousal, and covered his cock in the clear liquid. Satoru batted your hand out of the way to keep rubbing messy circles against your clit while his hips still; his entire cock nestled inside of your body - keeping most of his cum plugged inside of you.

When you batted his hand away weakley from your clit, he listened. Maybe because he was going to overstim you much later in the day.

"You made such a mess," he said after a moment, licking his lips. Satoru almost looked hungry when he looked between the two of you.

"No more," you begged. You needed more than a few seconds to recover after cumming for a second time. When the white-haired man pursed his lips, and tried to give you puppy dog eyes, you only reached over to the sand blindly to pick up his glasses for him.

Around his cock, you tightened, and he gave a soft whimper of his own, then agreed, "no more - right now." Slowly, he pulled out of you. You could feel everything starting to leak out, but you didn't care. Merely rolled your eyes, and started to hook his glasses back around his ears and push them up his nose.

He quickly got rid of his swimming shorts, deciding he didn't need them anymore. It was a private beach after all.

Satoru was stronger than he looked; he lifted you up from the ground. When you made a sound of protest, he only told you, "we're going to the water, baby! I told you, I wanted to swim today."

And fuck you in the ocean.