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the whole court and justice system stuff going on right now in jjk is giving me ideas for modern au where criminal!sukuna put on trial for some heinous deeds he's done... but upon a fated happenstance he gets to hire the most perfect and competent defence lawyer who manages to somehow get him out of the situation as a free and innocent man. and being the charismatic and so very thoughtful man that he is, he decides he wants to do something for you in return...

warnings; female reader, smut, oral fem!receiving, mentions of murder and killing, dubcon-ish, morally corrupted reader, mildly submissive sukuna, male masturbation, cum in panties

words: 2.3k

criminal!sukuna, who's showing you gratitude in the only way he knows how... somewhere in a secluded room with the door locked behind. he sinks to his knees and hikes up your skirt, slides your panties down...

criminal!sukuna, who's kneeling down while your back is against the wall, one of your legs propped up on his shoulder as he eats you out so good that you're shuddering and twitching with every flicker of his tongue against your clit...

criminal!sukuna, who is getting drunk on the taste of you on his tongue, disregarding the fact that his face is beginning to sweat from the heat between your legs, and his cock is so hard that it hurts right now.

criminal!sukuna, who pulls out orgasm after orgasm out of you, not minding your slick that dribbles down his chin from doing so.

(how far will you let him take this?)

sukuna hadn't really cared much, whether he were to be ruled as innocent or be judged as guilty and sent to prison. he really was just planning on going with the flow, whichever direction life threw him in-- he's not one to cry and throw a tantrum over spoiled milk... if he gets locked up, so be it, he'd either find a way to cunningly get back out or he'd probably rise to the top amongst the inmates inside.

so even when he was introduced to you, a famously proficient defence lawyer and the top in your field, he wasn't expecting much from you at all.

but upon his first meeting with you, you managed to pique his interest when you confessed that you didn't give a fuck whether he's actually a criminal or not. as long as he's paying good money, you're going to get him out with 100% innocence. and to do that, you'll need a bit of his cooperation and honesty. whatever information you ask for, he needs to provide. so you can either slip it under the rug, or use it to your advantage in court.

he already thinks you're pretty fuckin' sexy. your formal and classy lawyer fit, tight ass pencil skirt... he'd like to get under it. your snobby and overly professional attitude. hah. he'd like to rip that away from you and see what's underneath all of it.

but for now, he does as you advise of him.

there were many instances where masses of journalists with their obnoxious mics and flashing cameras surrounded sukuna while he was getting moved from place to place with cuffs on his hands. he remained expressionless, all while thinking of how nice it would feel to paint the concrete floors with the blood of all these people. he'd even spare one of them, so they could publish whatever rubbish story they wanted. let the whole world know what he is.

and amongst all those who were against him, there really was only you. he's not quite used to this feeling, of having someone at his defence. he's never really needed it until he eventually slipped up and a detective caught onto his trail. he spent a considerable amount of time with you one-on-one.

while he was detained for a time before the trial began, there were times you visited him because you needed some confirmation on some of the information you had, but you also wanted to give him some advice on how he should answer questions when he was being interrogated.

"well, aren't i lucky to have a visitor with such a pretty face? nothing but unsightly insects and the stench of men in this filthy place," sukuna crooned with mischief in his tone, sitting himself down in front of you as a thin transparent wall separated the two of you.

"endure it. you won't be here for long after all."

god, he'd never seen someone with more confidence than himself in a long while. he wondered how you'd look if you did end up losing the trial. what a humiliation that would be. but something inside him said that you were going to prevail. his gut feelings are usually never wrong.

he's still quite nonchalant about it all, but oh boy, when he's sat next to you in court and watches you defend him against the prosecutor in front of a crowd for the first time... it does something to him. your voice, confident and clearly audible, how you articulate your words... all for his sake? (not really. but you get what i mean.)

"i know being cocky is your whole theme... but it'd be helpful if you could refrain from smirking or looking unapologetic during the trial. to get the jury on our side." you'd told him.

and he's trying, he really is (kind of...), but the corners of his mouth keep rising every time you debunk a piece of evidence presented by the prosecutor with ease. their expressions are really amusing. it's obvious how frustrated they are getting.

then he also thinks about what you'd said to him after that.

"ah, but perhaps... the media will favour you a bit better. they're always biased towards handsome faces. and don't underestimate the public's influence on court rulings."

you'd called him handsome, in such a matter of fact way. not that it was a rare occurrence- but something about you openly admitting it with your rigid personality had him going in a way no one else could.

in a matter of weeks, the tables had turned completely, and the court ruled him as an innocent man.

triumphant, you gathered your documents neatly put them in one pile. he's declared free to go, and while the place slowly empties of people, you meet sukuna in a now empty hall.

"so, you've set me free. knowing that i really was the one who did it," he voices dangerously, with a smirk. "i'd have to say, it's foolish thing to do. what if i made you my next victim? criminals know no courtesy, after all."

"you paid me a hefty sum. i don't do this for courtesy, you should know this by now. if i die by the hands of someone i defended, then so be it. i'll gladly bear the consequences of my own actions."

part of him wants to test your words. but it'd be such a waste to have you dead. right now, he's aching for something else.

"bold statement. you're not even a bit afraid? my cuffs have been off for a while now." you don't flinch even as he reaches out and palms your cheek. his hand is warm.

"not at all. you've been the most unreadable criminal i've defended, but after speaking to you for a while, i believe i've gotten better at interpreting your expressions."

"you've been reading me like a book, hey? well, enlighten me. i'm interested in hearing your thoughts."

"i may know what you want, but i don't plan on giving it to you. that's one line i don't cross with my clients."

"...oh yeah? well, good thing i'll be the one giving instead. how about we find an empty room first?"

"i don't need-"

"or should we do it here? do you like being an exhibitionist?"

you purse your lips together and give him a stern look, arms crossed.

"c'mon sweetheart. keep staring at me like that, and i'll get hard."

"enough. i have another client waiting."

"i'm sure you do. so i'll make it quick. you deserve a little something after all that hard work."

in the end, he successfully drags you off to a secluded room, somewhere in the building.

which finally brings you to present time...

sukuna's knees are probably going to be bruised later on. but at the moment, he doesn't feel a thing. all he can feel is arousal when he hears your whines and moans that seem so unlike you. gripping at his head, full body twitching as he sucks around your puffy and swollen clit, every huffing breath he takes in having the scent of you drenched in it.

you reach your third orgasm while standing in his manner, and he groans deeply as he feels it, your cunt pulsing against his lips.

you're clasping a hand over your mouth, but your muffled noises are still audible. deep down, you're starting to admit that perhaps you needed this, after all. sukuna was undeniably attractive, and you'd been constantly reminding yourself that he was but a murderer with blood on his hands... all for your efforts to come crashing down now.

it feels too good. he's getting you hot and bothered in a way no one else does. his hands palm and grope your asscheeks, touching whatever he can. whatever you'll let him.

once your clit begins to get too sensitive that it hurts, you have to push him away. and when he comes out from under your skirt, you take quite the liking to the state of his disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, your slick shining on his chin, and his glassy eyes. your leg comes off his shoulder, and the two of you are panting for a full minute before saying anything.

"fuck... i'll be honest, it was better than i thought it would be," you tell him, chest still rising up and down from the sexual high.

"bet it was. it's the least i could do after you were so good to me..." sukuna responds teasingly with a hoarse voice, looking up at you with his knees still against the floor, grinning.

you stare back, until your eyes wander down to the outline of his dick in his pants, clearly strained by the fabric.

"and what about you?" you ask with plenty a playfulness in your tone, smiling so gracefully. his cock visibly throbs when you mention it. you nudge it, gently dragging the tip of your toe up it's shape, still wearing your heels. sukuna doesn't hate it. in fact, he has to swallow up a moan coming from the back of his throat.

"feeling gracious enough to help relieve me?" he says with a cloudy haze in his eyes, grabbing your ankle with one of his calloused hands.

"hmm...not really. but i'm willing to watch you do it yourself."

"how perverted. to think you were so opposed to this, minutes before-"

you press down harder against his erection using the sole of your heel, and he groans, unable to stop himself this time.

"is that a no?"

"...if you'll let me finish in your panties, i will," he relents.

you give it some thought. and then you agree to it.

sukuna stands, and he stands close, towering over you with his height. he wastes no time in unbuckling himself.

revealing his thick cock, you marvel at its size and the way its drooling precum, veins running along its side and twitching against his palm. he begins to stroke himself. other hand against the wall behind you, he starts jacking off like he would if no one were around. like you're not there right in front of him.

you watch with a small smile, staring at his hand that goes up and down his erection at a fast pace. staring down at his leaking tip. listening to his small grunts and the wet sound of him fucking his fist.

then your gaze begins to wander. your eyes trail up and up, reaching his face, where you realise that he's looking directly at you. lust in his irises. your reflection shining in both those pupils of his.

sukuna hasn't touched himself in a while. he's never really needed to. but with a few words from you, he willingly obliged. now when you meet his eyes like that, he can't resist leaning down for a messy kiss with you, all while mumbling "mm..fuck-" against your lips.

he angles his hips closer to your pussy, making it so that every stroke makes his tip catch onto your clitoris. his hand speeds up. you hitch in a breath at the tension, at how close he is, as he's basically leaning into you now.

"i'm close... open up," he mutters into your ear, breaking the kiss.

your panties are hanging between your thighs, and you slip them up a little more up for him. his breathing starts to get faster.

"shit... 'm cumming-"

he aims it to the fabric of your underwear, and releases. sukuna groans deeply, twisting his hand towards the head of his bulbous tip as he spurts rope after rope of his seed on, hips jerking and dick throbbing with every hot string that comes out.

your hole clenches around nothing at the sight. there's so much. you're slightly starting to regret agreeing to this. it might seep out if he continues letting out this much.

thankfully, he comes to a stop soon. he squeezes himself for one last drop, and then his cock starts softening in his hand.

"all done?" you ask.

"every last drop." he watches you with a smirk as you pull it up. the warmth of it hits your cunt and you hide the way it feels arousing. he also tucks himself back in.

"now i'm running late," you say with a frown, taking a quick look at your wristwatch.

"so you actually had someone waiting?" he questions, raising an eyebrow.

"of course. why would i lie about that?"

the thought of you seeing another client with his sticky mess between your legs makes him a little hard again. you start heading off to the door, but he blocks your way.

"we'll be seeing each other again, won't we?"

"i don't know. will we?"

"of course we will," he offers slyly. "i'll have you choking on my dick, next time."

he's very adamant about it, and it doesn't seem like he'll let you through unless you give some sort of agreement to him.

"we'll see about that," you tell him. and then you follow it up with a small kiss to his cheek, which stuns him slightly. you make your way out the door and he stands as he listens to your footsteps that get further and further away.

...he knew that jerking off once would be far from enough for him. he regrets not asking for your panties instead.

Masterlist

Synopsis: Sukuna is whipped.

Sukuna needs a woman who can manhandle him.

Sukuna needs a woman who can dish it out, so when he bites you bite back harder. Sukuna needs a woman who doesn't bat an eye at his sharp words and venomous glare, a woman who shoots back an equally cutting remark without even flinching, matching his sadistic intensity with fire in her eyes. Someone who won’t let him dominate the conversation or the room with his arrogance, but instead stands her ground and keeps him on edge.

Sukuna needs a woman who is hard on him so he can be so soft on her in bed. So when you are rolling your eyes at his flirtatious remarks in public he is worshipping your body in the bedroom. Sukuna needs a woman he can let his guard down, a women to pepper kisses along the nape of her neck and rubs his nose along her jawline.

"Please baby? Want you so badly been waiting all day." He will mumble against your ear, grazing his lips along your earlobe.

You roll your eyes and shift away, but his hand grabs your chin and pulls you back.

"Don't I deserve a reward for my patience? Haven't I been such a good boy?" Sukuna coos and you scoff.

"Kuna-"

You're cut off by the feeling of his lips against your neck. His mouth is warm and his fingers gently run themselves through your hair.

"I've been-" He kisses your jaw. "Such a-" He kisses his way up to your mouth. "Good-" His lips press against yours with an unexpected softness, as if savoring every second, and you feel the warmth of his hand cradling your jaw, pulling you closer. The kiss deepens slowly, with a deliberate intensity that makes your heart race, leaving you breathless and completely under his control.

Then he pulls away.

"Boy."

Now how can you say no?

Requesting an Eddie story that is hand fetish heavy? Teasing with a slow, single finger caress down the arm, intentional intricate guitar playing while you roll a joint.

Hands slowly caressing face, fingers tracing the lips, fierce hand holding during physical, light choking?

hey baby, sorry this took me so long. i hope you like it 💗

eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ hand kink, fingering (fem! receiving) slight dom!eddie if you squint, light choking, finger sucking, learning new kinks with your bf 💗

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Eddie’s hands were the first thing you noticed about him. The gaudy silver rings that adorn almost every one of his thick fingers make them hard to miss. They demand your attention every time they catch the light, metal wrapping around them gleaming bright. They pull you into whatever story he gets carried away telling, gesturing wildly with excitement. You find them always squeezing at the plush softness of your thigh before searching for your fingers to tangle with on long drives, always bringing your wrist up to the silk of his lips that pepper kisses across your delicate skin, relishing in the way the gesture still makes you go shy.

You were always free to stare when he’d get you on his bed, practically vibrating to show you the music he’d spent the whole week working on. His calloused fingers moving expertly across the strings of his guitar, gliding over the neck with ease as he adds more rough softness to the touch your skin burns for, desperate to be the one he puts all his focus into like that. A small smirk plays hidden at the corners of his lips when he looks up at you from under the hood of his lashes catching the way you have your legs closed tight every time.

Little things he does makes you wonder if he knows about your little fixation. Fingers trailing the shell of your ear when he tucks your hair back, the rough pad of his thumb tracing your bottom lip when he pulls your attention up to his big auburn eyes by your chin. The warmth of his hand always swallowing you whole. Could he see the need blowing your pupils wide when your tongue pokes out to trace the tip? The shallow intake of breath that cracks through his confident demeanor tells you he can.

It’s not until you’re straddling his lap in his living room, a half smoked joint hanging loosely from lips with your skirt rucked up to your hips that you know he’s figured it out. Eddie smirks at the sweet gasp that escapes past your parted lips when he pushes two thick fingers inside your begging walls. Brows knitted together with fluttering lashes, the pad of his thumb starts working slow lazy circles around your clit when you feel the heat of his rings against your entrance. The stretch of them is almost enough to fill you to the brim.

Eddie loved getting you like this, legs spread with you dripping onto the dark wash of his jeans rocking against the palm of his hand chasing the kind of high only he knew how to get you too. Taking the joint out of his mouth, he holds it to your lips one last time, darkness flooding his eyes when they brush against the pads of his fingers as you take a hit. A small moan escaping with your exhale when he curves the ones inside of you hitting the spot that makes you say his name just how he likes.

Your palms find his shoulders, fingers digging into the rough cotton of his shirt pulling yourself closer while he snuffs the joint out. The sound of your slick fills the quiet of his trailer, and the lewd squelching from how turned on you are is enough to make you flush.

“Fuck, look at you. Makin’ such a mess all over me.” Slowly, he stretches you with a third finger and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. “You like my hands don’t you baby?”

Your walls flutter and squeeze him harder at his words, your body giving away your secrets to him like it always does while your pussy tries to pull him deeper. You don’t answer him, too fucked out to form a coherent thought but he doesn’t like that.

The hand that grips your hip holding you close leaves it home to try something new. His chocolate eyes telling you it’s okay to tell him no when his fingers wrap around your throat. He feels the way you clamp around him at the new sensation, a devilish smirk spreading across his face as he leans back against the couch to get a better view. He squeezes just hard enough to watch the way your eyes roll in the back of your head.

“I said you like my hands, don’t you sweetheart?” He adds just a little more pressure, and it earns him the high pitch whine he was looking for.

“Yes, god, fuck, yes Eddie.” You’re babbling now, the first orgasm of the many you knew he was going to pull out of you quickly approaching.

He starts moving his fingers in the ‘come here’ motion, the tips of them brushing against the spot that makes you forget your own name. His thumb pushes harder against your bundle of nerves while his hips start rolling up to meet each of your bounces on his lap. His eyes growing darker when your velvet walls start gripping him the way they do when you’re about to cum.

“You like when they make you feel good like this huh?” The lewd squelching gets louder as the movements of his wrist start getting more aggressive, his chain slapping against your thigh. “Come on, don’t be shy. Tell me how good it feels, baby.”

The metal of his rings dig into the mouth shaped bruises all over your neck, and it’s enough for his words to make the coil that was being wound so tight inside you snap. A “So good! — fuuuuck!” coming out as a pathetic whine when you fall apart around him. His brows knit together as he watches you tremble around his thick digits, his jaw going slack when you start fluttering from overstimulation. He’s never had you cum all over his fingers this hard.

You can’t help but feel empty when he pulls them out. Shuddering, your own body betrays you when it tries to get them to stay. The hand around your neck loosens its grip before dropping down to your thigh, he palms at the soft fat still shaking from the intensity of it all. The air is electric when the realization of what’s been revealed settles between you.

His fingers shine with your slick in the low light from the lamp while his half lidded eyes read you like a book. He’s tentative when he brings them up to your lips, gauging your reaction. Your mouth opens just like he thought it would and he groans loud when your tongue slides between his knuckles collecting the sweetness left from your orgasm like a treat. They stretch your cheeks out while you suck them clean, and he looks at you mesmerized by what he sees.

“I fuckin’ knew it.”

1-800-BRAT-WANTED. toji fushiguro

★ summary ★ toji takes a bounty worth $100k but he didn't expect his wanted target to look so pretty.

★ cw ★ f! reader, assassin! toji, switch! toji sorta, pwp, dumbification, praising, c.reampíe(s), degradation, brat taming, matíng préss, cowgirl, he‘s mean, spanking, poor toji gets overstimmed, breath play, oral (m), size kink, edging, humiliation, toji gets a leg cramp LOL, (pet names: doll, princess, sweetheart, little girl) wc: 6k

★ note ★ to the anon that requested this a while back, ilyy. also, idk where i went w this but i js ran w it lmao, k bye 🏃🏽‍♀️

“This you, ain‘t it?” Toji grumbles in a rough voice, and he stands directly outside your apartment complex. You stared at him in sheer confusion, your eyes glancing over at the long crumbled up beige-like wanted poster that had a photograph of your face along with bold black letters that read ‘DEAD OR ALIVE’ including the hefty amount that was way over one hundred grand. You gawked up at the tall well built man that stared right back at you with stoic bored eyes, wearing nothing but a tight fitted black t-shirt with loose sweatpants, a obsidian colored holster attached to his hip before he narrows his eyes. “I‘m talking to you, little girl. I expect an answer, you know.”

“Yeah.. that‘s me..” You mumbled finally, and it was safe to assume this guy, who you‘d later learn to be his name— Toji Fushiguro was an assassin. Here to eliminate you. You felt your heart race a little once Toji closed your door, and he stares around your house. As if he all of a sudden owned your place, the black soles of his shoes clanked on the wooden floor repeatedly as he looked around before turning back towards you— an eyebrow of yours slightly furrowed as you managed to speak again. “So… are you gonna like kill me now?” and then your eyes glance briefly near the right side of his chest where it revealed his name— “ . . .Toji?”

Toji steps all the way towards you, his hands ultimately buried into his pockets and you suddenly grow nervous from the haughty condensing stare he‘s giving you— your eyes focused towards the scar near his mouth, before back up at his face, long black strands of hair that blocked and occluding his vision — giving him a much more intimidating menacing façade. “Actually,” he mutters, attentively staring down at you. Before you realized it, Toji already had your back pressed up against the wall. “I was going to, but the thing is Y/N,” he spoke in a gruff voice, a low chuckle leaving his lips once he spots you start to avoid eye contact. The way he rolled your name off in such a way that had no right to sound so dirty was almost enough to make your knees buckle. “Killing you would be a waste. I‘d rather not do such a thing to such a pretty girl.”

Your face grew hot suddenly— scorching as you stared up at him with a cute perplexed look, your eyebrows slightly raising before all you stammer out was a, “But—” and he‘s giving you his full uninvited attention, only making matters worse. You didn‘t even know why you had a bounty on your head, the whole situation confused you nonetheless— but sure enough you felt yourself starting to throb. “But isn‘t the— my reward like over one hundred thousand..? That‘s a lot of money to just not—”

“I heard you, you know.” He abruptly cuts you off.

“Huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows.

Toji lets off a sardonic annoyed scoff, staring straight down at you before narrowing his jaded viridescent eyes. “Huh, nothing. You heard what I said brat,” and he lowers his head just down towards your height — teasing you fully, the strong manly yet sweet scent of cologne practically dizzy before Toji stares at your lips, then back up at you, “Before I came in, I heard you,” and he purposely emphasized his words, his voice going more low by the second as you blankly stared at him before you stared at him stupidly, knowing what he meant. “Heard you playing with yourself, doll. Think you forgot how thin your little walls are,” and then Toji tilts his head with a raspy chuckle at your now embarrassed expression before clicking his tone sardonically. “But I do have a job to do so,” and then he grabs your chin to make you stare up at him. “Let‘s get this thing over with, huh?”

You stare at Toji and he‘s slyly smiling at you once you make eye contact with him before muttering an cute apprehensive, “I wasn‘t— playing with myself!”

“Then explain,” Toji grumbles, before he lightly grabs your wrist, holding it up next to your face swiftly and his grip wasn’t too tight but firm. His voice was gruff and of sheer malice before he raised a brow, growing more and more amused. “ . . . Why are your fingers are all soaking wet? The sweet aroma too. Hmpf. I bet you don‘t even know how to please yourself. What a shame.”

You glared at Toji and he chuckles once you snatch your hand away— and even though you‘ve never met the man before, you‘ve heard a lot about him and without a doubt he was insanely attractive. He looked a lot more intimidating in person, green eyes just staring into you before you spoke in a almost shaky voice. “Wha- of course I know how to please myself,” and then your eyebrows wriggling a bit. “Are you saying you can do better or something, asshole?”

“Watch your mouth,” Toji coyly grins, bringing a hand to your neck, softly caressing the middle part to give you shivers— and he lightly tilts his neck again playfully. “But yeah. I know I can, little girl. Heh. I bet you don‘t even know how to make yourself orgasm,” and then as you were about to speak, he brings a plump thumb towards your lips, staring at you with a salacious gaze. “For a pretty girl though, you sure do awfully talk too much. I think I know a better way to keep that bratty little mouth occupied.”

And now— you found yourself on your knees for Toji, the guy who literally knocked on your door and allowed himself in so he could eliminate you for a hefty amount of reward money— only to be sucking him off. Toji lets off a low grunt at your hand coordinating with your sloppy mouth movements. Occasionally you‘d feel the tip of his thrash and and tap continuously against your throat to almost make you gag. “Fuck,” he‘d grumble, a rough hand on your head, muscles in his abdomen repeatedly flexing and clenching as you lightly swirled your tongue over his length. Toji‘s eye twitched a little, not aware of how good you‘d be at giving oral— and he lets off a low groan. “Good…. girl. Be nice and sloppy. Enjoy the fucking meal,” and you stare up at him— head bobbling and it was embarrassing how you felt yourself starting to throb over and over. “Get nasty for me, sweetheart. Don‘t… be scared to be a little whore for me, I don‘t mind, heh.”

You continued to take his shaft down your throat, and Toji watched you twist your head just a bit, cheeks hallowing while some strands of spit started to escape your mouth. “Mhm nasty girl,” he‘d grunt, you occasionally using a hand to maneuver and twist on his length as well with your pretty long lashes fluttering after each and every second. “That‘s my good girl. Use your jaw more. Relax that throat and take it like t-that,” and Toji grunts from the familiar feeling of his cock twitching, your tongue tickling and teasing the near edge of his sensitive frenulum. “Fuckkkk,” he mutters in more of a sibilated hiss— Toji‘s head sexily leans backs little as he still has a firm grip on your head.

“Now I think I know why your… bounty‘s so damn high. All because this filthy ass tongue,” and his breath becomes a bit heavy once he starts to slowly rut his hips against your mouth— you couldn‘t help but start to touch yourself, Toji grows more hard from the way you‘re stroking him, your hand following your mouth movements, even the lewd gagging and sucking noises being produced. You let off a soft moan with his throbbing thick shaft shoved down your throat, kissing against the roof of your mouth and his leg starts to bounce impatiently— chasing his incoming release. “Gonna cum if you keep sucking me,” and Toji draws in a sharp breath, thin nostrils flaring while pausing between sentences, “. . Sucking me off like that, shit.”

Your long lashes fluttered as the crown head of his dick continued to prod against your throat, tickling your uvula to make you gag. Toji grows more harder seeing how sloppy you were on your knees for him— glistening saliva dripping down your chin as you felt his excited twitching shaft spasming inside your mouth.

“Don‘t spill any, sweetheart,” he grunts, feeling you swirl your tongue— lips slightly parting around his girthy thick length. “Saved a big nice load just for my pretty cock-hungry target.”

Toji lets off a low ireful groan and it‘s so sexy how deep his voice goes once’s he‘s climaxing, it‘s enough to get you wet — as well as him lightly thrusting his hips against your mouth, feeling his shaft start to pour into your mouth. “F-Fuck,” he stammers, slowly sliding his tip out between your lips with a ringing ‘pop’ that reverberated across the room. He stares at you, your cheeks cutely chubby before he grips your chin, staring down at you with half-lidded, vexed green orbs. “Swallow, pretty girl. And stick out your tongue f’me when you finish.”

You happily swallow, savoring the taste and it tastes bitter— somewhat of a near sweet tang to it before tilting your head up, lolling out your tongue for him.

“. . . Good fuckin’ girl,” he purrs with an enthralling seductive gaze, the way his voice deepens an octave each time gets you to throb and it’s almost embarrassing. Toji then makes you stand up before dragging you towards his bedroom as if he knew the place by heart. As you walked with him, he lets off a haughty cackle. “You always this obedient?”

“Not really.” You replied, the both of you entering your bedroom and he then threw you on the queen sized mattress, softly landing with an oof.

Toji hums to himself amused. “That‘s gonna change little girl,” and you sit on your bed, staring openly at him sliding off his tight black fitted shirt. He was so buff, sculpted and chiseled that you couldn’t help but gawk. Your eyes roamed at Toji‘s multiple scars over his body, painting all over him like some expensive canvas. His spartan-like shoulders that were absentmindedly flexing once he took off his shirt and you were too busy kept up into your thoughts before realizing he was against you— a rough hand pressing on your tummy. Toji drags a soft thumb against your slit, snapping you out of your thoughts and it makes you whine. “Are ya wet, princess?”

“No.” You mumbled, and Toji‘s eyes flicker towards you before he gives your throbbing drenched cunt a light spank to make you let off a moan.

He grumbled, and you intake a breath once you felt him rub the swollen reddened tip of his hard cock against your folds. “Liar,” and the rasp in his voice only makes you pulsate even more between your legs. You stare at Toji slowly raising your leg just a bit to throw it over his shoulder, another big hand pressed on your tummy. You got shivers just a little from feeling the cold tungsten rings that rested on his fingers collide against your bare exposed skin. “So soaked like a filthy little thing. Hm. Let‘s see how many inches you can take. Your pretty throat did good so I can only imagine how your pussy does for me.”

“F-Fuck,” you gasped— one leg wrapping around his slim waist, feeling the assassin start to sink inches deep inside your pussy. Toji‘s got a smug grin spreading on his face once he watches your eyes already start to flicker a roll— he‘s considerably slow while seeping his length inside of you to where you‘re comfortable. The stretch is something you can‘t wrap your head around though, it rips out a soft lewd moan, especially once Toji leans further in close to you, sliding a hand up your shirt to clasp on your breasts that was shielded by your bra. “To—jiiii,” you slurred, feeling him start to move his hips. Your eyes couldn‘t stop staring at his body, the way his muscles flexed and the silver glimmering chain wrapped around his neck with his initial, practically dangling in your face. It moved when he moved— mimicking each other‘s movements as his pace of his thrusts felt so good your breath started to hitch quickly. “Toji. Fuck me h-harder.”

“. . Harder, yeah?” He purrs, as if he‘s mocking your whiney voice. As he‘s lightly jerking his hips Toji leans up close, sliding your bra off to lightly flick his tongue against your perky hardened nipples and you let off a whine— feeling him suck teasingly, green eyes narrowing at you before his pace picks up more, removing his lips with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Taste so sweet. Now I really don‘t wanna take that money.”

Your walls clench and hug tight around Toji‘s shaft like a vice— the sloppy squelching noises filling up not only your room but your ears too. “Then don‘t kill me Toji— just.. just f-fuck me.”

“How ‘bout I fuck you now and kill you later, ‘lil girl? Sound like a deal?” Toji speaks through gritted teeth— the feeling of the skin slapping making him grunt lowly, both of his hands being occupied to grip onto your waist firmly, softly brushing his thumbs against your skin— his eyes meets yours, and he‘s got the exact gaze to match his voice. Purely condescending, smug and extremely arrogant. He grins once he feels your back start to arch all because of the edges and ridges of his cock dragging between your folds. “One hundred grand is a lot of money, princess. Dunno if I‘d wanna throw all that away for some sweet pussy.”

His words embarrassingly enough make you throb once you suck in a breath, being pounded into your own bed— softly gnawing at your lip before staring up at him. “You‘re not gonna kill m-me Toji.”

“Oh . . yeah? I‘m not? What makes you so sure?” He lowly chuckles, his pace a bit more luscious and sensual, rocking his hips like a chair that makes your brain so dizzy. Toji hit every spot and every angle, it only leads to you wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. The tall muscular man stares down at you— each time he lets off a menacing sly smile, the scar that‘s slashed into a slant contorts against his lips, and it‘s effortlessly sexy. “Please. Do indulge me, sweetheart.”

Toji smiles— seeing you nearly lose yourself on his cock, the way he‘s hitting you with deep strokes to drag out such melodic moans from your mouth as if you were singing in harmony. “. . Because,” you whimpered, his tempo growing more and more merciless and unrelenting, it‘s so good on how the feeling of his hips snap and stroke against you. His tip practically french kissing your cervix almost to where you can hardly comprehend let alone think straight anything. “Because… u-um…” You repeated with a hiccup, not able to drag the words out because of his thrusts against your twitching core, angry tip jackhammering and pummeling you to nearly make your break short circuit.

“B-Be—cause,” he mocks your tone, pitching his voice to match yours and he purposely butchers it, knowing that‘s not how you really spoke. It makes him smile. You writhe underneath him, dragging your nails down his back as he leaned close to you— in missionary now— the rough violent sounds of flesh smacking echos and reverberate around the room before Toji‘s deep laugh rings though your ears. “Yeah, that‘s what I thought. Can‘t think straight when you‘re getting fucked good. That‘s apparent. My dick‘s got you all dumb, huh doll?” and he brings a hand to your face, a thumb lightly folding your damp bottom lip— watching it part before the assassin catches you by surprise and pulls you into a deep sultry kiss.

Your moans slithered inside his mouth as you willingly kissed back, the very back of your heel seductively sliding down his back that was now covered with your scratch marks. Toji might have been pussy whipped by this point— he‘s never done this for a target before, he couldn’t pin point what it was about you but at this exact moment he didn‘t really care.

As Toji kept kissing you while being buried deep to the hilt with his shaft, one rough hand of his planted on your tummy while another gripped on your chin— his warm beefy body pressed against you, and you moaned, feeling his tongue slide just a bit inside your mouth. You could taste some of the alcohol he probably drank earlier, making him taste even more sweet. But that‘s when you abruptly pulled away, cutely squeezing onto his toned muscular arm while staring at him— the strings of spit departing as you broke away. “Toji ‘m gonna cum— T-Toji.”

“. . . Are ya now?” He coos in a teasing tone, his hips stuttering and sputtering— you were so loose and so incredibly wet, just gripping all on him and it made Toji grunt lowly, sexily grabbing onto your ankle before giving it a plethora of soft kisses. “Cum then, sweetheart. Go ‘head . . .”

Just as you were about to, you moaned, feeling Toji start to slow down— before he lightly wraps a hand around your throat. “I‘m kidding. You better not cum on me, little girl. Hold it.”

“H-Huh?” You gasped, not fond of the thought of being edged at all. Toji cackled at your response, your frail shaky legs tightly wrapped around his slim waist— capturing it in a almost near hug. The coiling tension that resided deep inside you, preparing to snap made your back arch more, you started to whine just to release. “Tojiiiii I can‘t.. gotta cum.. please lemme cum. P-Please.” And it felt like your nerves were on fire— glancing up at the assassin who kept jerking his hips against your sweet dripping cunt, he had a sly haughty smile spreading on his lips.

“Aww,” he purrs, leaning in to playfully lick a slow stripe up your neck before pressing kissing on your collarbone— which lead up to your neck again, then your jaw. You whimpered from his warm touch, a shaky hand grabbing onto his hair and running your fingers through his black dark strands. “I‘ll let ya cum if you think you deserve it, princess.”

You let off a choked whimper— eyebrows cutely furrowing together, your skin being prickled constantly by coolness air being created because of Toji‘s hard slaps against your cunt. “I- I deserve it, Toji. P—Please let me cum.”

“You forgot something else,” Toji slyly smiles, and you moan— your head slightly going back once he pushed a knee of yours to your chest for a more thorough and deeper angle. A cute pout tugs on your lips at his teasing, you just wanted to wipe that annoying smug grin on his face as he pounded you deeper into the mattress. “Ask me again, pretty girl. Properly.”

Your gummy walls clenched all around Toji as you whined, gnawing on your bottom lip as if you were thinking of what to say— mind completely in a frenzy from the way he‘s got your pussy transmitting into sheer convulsions with the girth of his thick cock. “Um…” You started, watching Toji teasingly raise his thin black eyebrows as if he‘s listening to what you‘re about to say. “F-Fuck,” you moaned, easily getting distracted by the spanks his hips made against your sweet cunt, getting you into a high— so dizzy, it was intoxicating. “Let me- let me cum Toji.. pretty please..” You stammered, feeling your own tight walls fluttering around him, nearly being pushed over the edge.

“Good girl,” he coos in a gravelly voice, slowing his hips just a bit— the rhythm making your eyes nearly roll before he glanced at you with low emerald jaded eyes. “Go on, pretty girl.”

Immediately your eyes nearly rolled way back into your skull, dissolving into pressure. Your cunt contracted around him and you‘re climaxing. It‘s even more of a dramatic ecstasy type feeling since you got delayed and edged— and it feels even more good. “F-Fuck Toji oh my g—god.” You spoke in a shaky tone, breath quavering with each word as he stared down at you with a cunning smile pressing against his lips. You could tell that the man was close too judging from how you felt him continuously start to twitch inside you— and the way his breathing patterns would change.

He grunts, staring up at you changing a few positions while he‘s fucking you— to where you‘re in a mating press. The stare he‘s giving you is so sexy, just using your swollen needy cunt like a flesh light, black strands nearly covering his eyes after each thrust— his weight on top of you, your arms around his neck as he leans close to your ear, speaking in a low raspy voice. “Where do you want me to cum?” And he licks yet another stripe up your neck— your knees nearly buckling as for your legs, they’re just in the air next to Toji‘s back as he‘s grinding his hips against you deep. “On your tummy?” He pauses, kissing your neck. “On your face?” He speaks again. “Or maybe your cute plushy thighs..?” And his voice lowers an octave each time, speaking lowly directly against your ear before giving your neck and collarbone more kissing. And then Toji stares at you, beads of sweat running down his forehead as if it was a contest of the sort, licking his lips seductively. “Or maybe,” and you suppress a lewd moan from leaving your spit-glossed lips, feeling the assassin nip a bite onto your neck. “Maybe you want me to shoot inside. You seem like the type. That and your pussy‘s practically telling me right now.”

“I-Inside Toji,” you nodded eagerly, both hands gripping onto his shoulders. Your voice was shaky and sweet— nearly about to feel yourself salivate from the thought of Toji Fushiguro— full known notorious assassin who was paid a huge wad of money to kill you— but instead he‘s here doing the opposite, remotely speaking you could say that he was technically murdering your pussy. “Need to feel you inside. Please Toji.”

“Okay little girl,” he tugs his eyebrows together, and he sucks a bit more on your neck— Toji just simply couldn‘t get enough of how sweet you were. “Take it then. I‘ll stuff ya nice and full. Better keep all the shit inside too.” he slyly smiles, bringing a kiss to your forehead. The gesture made your face burn a bit— but you tried to ignore it, surely it didn‘t mean anything— right?

Merely seconds later, Toji‘s spilling a thick load inside your cunt that willingly accepts it, he groans, feeling his inner gut tighten and you moan too— frail arms thrown around him as his hips repeatedly stutter and he‘s still keeping a pace but it‘s a little slower because of his release. “Shit..” he grumbles, falling into a high peaked crescendo from his groan. The way your cunt hugged him tight sent him on a frenzy. “Such a pretty little slut— taking my seed like a good girl.”

You whimper once he starts a pace again— as if stamina was nonexistent to him and feel Toji bring a rough hand down towards your sweet cunt to give it love taps a few times— and you were oh so incredibly soaked. You weren’t even sure if you could cum anymore after how many rough and raunchy rounds you went with Toji.

“Toji— f-fuck…” you babbled — and he’s gripping your thighs firmly, holding it up and your brain’s so dumb and empty. Pathetic. Each thrust and bounce against his lap makes your voice shakier and shakier as if you were on a roller coaster. “Feels s’good, Toji— fuck…”

But then out of nowhere Toji lets off a loud grunt, yelling out a dramatic ‘Fuck!’ and you furrow your eyebrows once he stops moving you— and you just sat with his dick still inside of you before he pushed you off of him, groaning.

You glanced at him— confused. “What- happened?”

“…….Cramp,” He grunts, and then Toji lays on his side and it’s so dramatic— groaning in pain as if he’d just gotten shot. “Jesus fuc— god damn it,” and you don‘t know if your eyes were deceiving you, but you swore you could have saw a faint red start to spread on the assassin‘s face. Regardless, you sat there, about to have the most best toe-curling orgasm of your life yet here Toji is curled on the bed, grunting in pain and utter agony. It was really dramatic before he mumbled an annoyed, “ . . . Gimme a sec.”

“Okay…” You mumbled.

And that second turned into minutes, and you crawled on top of Toji, straddling his lap— and his eyes widens once you start to align yourself against him — planting your hips down on his bare chest. “The f-fuck are you doing,” he grumbles, panting as he feels you slowly plop down on him again, Toji leans back against the bed and you almost smiled, hearing him stutter. “You…” he swallows, staring up at the ceiling with a hand nearly covering his face. “You gonna ride me while I‘m still sensitive? I just came, w-whore.”

Even his degradation didn‘t hit the same from the state he was in— and you raised your eyebrows at him. “Should I stop then..? Maybe we should um.. take a break since you got a leg cramp and—”

“No. Shut the fuck up and ride me. No cramp‘s gonna stop me. You— wanna ride me so go ahead then.”

You almost laugh, not even knowing you could get the upper hand with a vicious man like Toji. “Okay…” and he feels you start to move your hips again. Toji grunts from feeling so sensitive — the overstim makes him kiss and suck his teeth that you‘re easily shifting your weight towards your left hip before going towards the right over and over, the rhythm you have is nice, precise and sexy. You stare down at Toji as you‘re grinding against his pelvic bone, letting off sweet moans and whimpers yourself and he‘s glaring at you.

“Faster brat,” he suddenly spanks your ass— the recoil making you whine. And then once you do speed your tempo a little he grunts, the skin slapping making him dizzy as he bites back on his words— a red spreading onto his face, and by the looks of it, the Toji Fushiguro was embarrassed. “Fu—cking shit. More.. don‘t stop… keep ridin’ me, baby.”

You look down at him as you rode him, keeping a good rhythm before a small smile purses on your lips. “Are . . . you begging me, Toji?”

“F-Fuck you little girl,” is all he can reply with, you snicker once he shoves you closer into his chest as you rode him— his rough hands on your waist and near your soft shoulder blade. Your cunt continued to pulsate rapidly— and you felt yourself getting close again, Toji probably just the same as well. He‘s letting off soft pants as he keeps kissing your ass with the palm of his hand, rough mean spanks to make you whine before giggling. “You think this shit is funny huh?”

“No..?” You replied, your smile fading a little once he’s staring no, glaring dead at you, sliding a hand near his clenched abs with a low grunt before pulling you towards him. You let off a tiny squeak once he makes you stop riding him— lightly shoving you and you’re face first on the bed — Toji shoving having your head down and making your ass go up before you giggle nervously. “Eheh.. are you all better now? Your leg cramp I mean..”

“S—Shut the fuck up stupid bitch,” Toji growls . . and he’s blushing, hard. His nostrils flare up, and you can see his irritated flustered state from behind the screen. But that‘s when he‘s preparing to go full doggy and give you backshots. Right in front of your mirror too — you could see the familiar coy sly smirk forming on him again— as if he wasn‘t practically whining for you a moment ago. “You’re gonna be a good dumb slut and pretend that never happened,” and his voice is low and raspy and you let off a soft moan, feeling him go back inside you. He’s effortlessly stretching you out again, and that entire giggly facade leaves once he’s balls deep inside, tapping against you again as if nothing even occurred. You’re staring at the screen— lightly biting down on your finger while on all fours for him. It’s like Toji‘s stamina came right back to him as he‘s fucking you with the upmost amounts of energy. “What I thought. Shut that cute dumb mouth and take this dick like you own it. No cramp‘s gonna stop me from beating this pussy up to the fucking hilt,” and then he parts his lips, finishing his sentence with a low rough, “Little girl.”

“T—Toji..” you moaned in a sweet erotic tone, enough to make his cock twitch. A little smile spreads on your face before he shoves your head down against the fluffy bed and you land with another soft cute oof.

“Face down ass up, whore.” He snarls, and you whine — feeling him spank your ass again with his palm. He‘s driving his hips into you again to where you vision transmit to stars, feelings of your body going into pure ecstasy and utter euphoria. Each spank gets you more wetter that it‘s embarrassing— your small frail hands grip towards the edges of the bed, moaning for him to keep going and not stop. “Good girllll. Take it and shut the fuck up,” he purrs in a guttural raspy tone. Toji flicks his tongue against his scar, humming at the sight of your body jolting from each mean deep thrust of his. His hips are entirely in sync with yours — so turbulent that it sends your poor empty filled brain into a lewd trance. You’re so drunk on his dick you just don‘t want to ever stop.

You gasp before whimpering, staring at the both of you through your mirror, back all arched for him and only him. “C—Cumming.. Toji..”

“Ah ah. No you’re fucking not,” Toji grunts, spanking your ass and then he quickly pulls out. You let off a whiney sob, confused why he pulled out, let alone his second time of doing so. Your cunt‘s not clenching around anything anymore, and you’re whimpering from the lack of stimulation before Toji flips you over. “Look at me,” he mutters, and he makes you get on his lap, just barely hovering over his lap. You do— staring in his cold, green eyes— slightly flustered face, but nevertheless he still looked intimidating as usual. “Whore. Laughing at me, now look at you. A mess. Don‘t like being edged again huh?”

“N-No..” You shake your head.

“Awwww, no?” He mocks your pout, swiping a thumb against your lip. Toji thinks you’re so cute, pulling out right when you were about to coat his dick again. “Well that‘s too damn bad. I‘m not gonna let you cum,” and then he pauses— dark viridescent eyes staring down at you as you hovered over his erect cock, so eager to just finish. You were so so close you could taste the sweetened orgasm just lingering on the very tip of your tastebuds. “Unless… you beg for it again.”

You whine, staring up at him and Toji raises a brow with a coy grin.

“B-But, Toji..”

“Nah. Don‘t gimme that shit. You heard me.” Toji coos, bringing a sweet kiss near your jaw. “Go on. Make me wait and you’ll just be edging yourself for even longer,” and his voice is so smooth and arrogant, letting off a low chuckle while bringing a quick kiss towards the collarbone of your neck. “And we wouldn‘t want that now, would we?”

He‘s so— you just wanted to wipe that smirk off his face, he’s definitely getting off on this for sure. Even having a cramp during intercourse, Toji still manages to get the upper hand and make sure you know your place.

A pout continued to tug on your lips as you stared up at him, speaking in a needy whiney voice. “Please let me cum, T—Toji,” and you cutely start to rock your hips for some sort of friction but he stops you— making you whine from the constant edging and restriction. “Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Yeahhh?” He mocks your saddened weak voice, and a smile tugs on his lips. “You do?” And he‘s speaking in that cooing faux voice that‘s another factor of your pussy being wet, and he grips onto your chin, before stealing a quick kiss on your mouth. Your face heats up from that, and he smugly grins. “Okay, but only if you tell me pretty please, again doll. Need to hear you say it in that sweet pathetic voice of yours.”

You whine once more, squirming a bit in his lap and he’s loving every second of your embarrassed pitiful gaze. You glance up at him with a cute frown pressing on your lips — eyebrows slightly furrowing as you were so so desperate for your incoming release. “Um… p-pretty please.. Toji? Let me cum p-pretty please….”

“Mmm, that‘s a good girl. Go ‘head,” he murmurs, a sly smile showcasing on his pink indented lips. He lets himself bury back inside and you moan, gripping onto his shoulders. With nails digging into his beefy pale skin, your mouth slightly opens, head slightly tilting upwards before you’re at the very brink — the very verge. Pretty soon your chest started to heave, and you’re cumming, creaming his dick all pretty with your sweetened slick. “Good—fuckkk.” And Toji‘s cumming too with quick reflexes, this time he pulls out and sprays his seed all over your pussy. You moan once he rubs his reddened tip against your folds, witnessing you whine and shiver.

You pant— exhausted, but still wanting more when you sit up to bring him in a deep sloppy kiss. He kisses back, stroking your back ever so gently, hearing you still moan and shake from your post orgasm as your tongue runs across near the inside of his mouth— tasting how sweet and saccharine flavored he was. After a while, Toji pulls away, and you try and catch your breath as if it was a race, eyes half-lidded before you hear the cock of a clicking gat.

You flinch, staring up at Toji and he chuckles— his shimmery black roscoe pointing right at you. “Oh damn. That sucks,” and he genuinely sounded disappointed.

“W-wha . . Did you— just try to fucking shoot me?!” You furrowed your eyebrows, exclaiming.

“Don‘t worryyyy sweetheart, my clip‘s empty.” He mutters, bringing a friendly pat to your pussy before mumbling, “Unfortunately…...”

You blankly stared at him in disbelief and he lowly chuckles. “What if it wasn‘t empty?”

“…Then you’d be dead, little girl,” he replies back with a sly smile before bringing a kiss towards your neck. “Hey, can‘t blame a guy for trying. I could probably buy a nice fancy house with your cash reward,” and then he rolls his eyes as he speaks. “Low on money enough as it is, sadly.”

“…………..……..…..”

Toji rasply laughs once more before kissing your cheek before flipping you over— spanking your ass. “Heh. I‘d say sorry but I‘m not. No hard feelings right princess? Bet your pussy‘ll forgive me though,” and you moan— feeling him drag a thumb near your throbbing slit. “Now now, be a good girl and arch that back for me one more time. I‘m not done with my pretty target yet.”

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꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ 𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ,

You and your husband prepares for a party you hosted. Albeit begrudging to accept, Scaramouche helps you plan by ‘de-stressing’, or in other terms: multiple sex sessions on Christmas Day.

Intense sexual text • dom! scaramouche • sub! reader • afab! reader/fem! reader • overstimulation • marathon(?) sex • breeding kink • fingerfucking • PIV penetration • purely smut • plot with porn ig • minors do not interact, male aligned do not interact • merry ( very very late) Christmas!

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The only time of the year in which people get to gather and celebrate a holiday with no dramatic gestures and vendettas against anyone. A party was hosted within your humble abode suggested by you, though your husband was begrudging at first, he sighs once you used your appearance as a tactic to get what you want and appeals.

The frills of the suns heatwave awoken most from slumber, the pearly shine hitting your skin at just the right spots once you flutter your lashes open. Then comes the exciting idea of celebrating Christmas with your loved ones, rubbing your eyes to contain the joy you had. Scaramouche couldn’t help but enjoy your flutters of joy, a content smile on his face once he wakes up in your shared bed. The honest thoughts of irritation from being woken up at such an early time disappears once he glances at your sleepily happy face. He doesn’t hold his annoyance in, and angrily pulls you back in the sheets to sleep a little more with murmurs of swear words. Endearing, really.

Kisses upon kisses where stacked from both the chocolate, and your husband and you. Once Scaramouche had the energy to wake up and start his day, his hand comes to wake you up only to see that your side of the bed was neatly tucked in. Irritation struck his veins, before leaping out of bed and striding to the kitchen, only to see your pretty figure baking sugar cookies for tonight’s party; with the tip of your pink tongue sticking out from concentration.

It smelt of mint and chocolates, batter and flour here and there. You were much more into baking then he was, thus the mess of ingredients pouring out was rarely a scene to see unlike his way of baking. It was a sweet sight to see, and he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

His thoughts fortunately went to the more malicious intent within the kitchen area. The nice curves of your body that shaped you so finely, plump breasts resting within your nightgown cups that hold them so well, to your finely shaped ass that perked from behind. Just bending over slightly can give him a glimpse of your pink striped panties that where tipped with a little ribbon at the front. He grunts, shaking his head at the nasty thoughts of your pretty self.

“Looking good,” Scaramouche hums, walking to where you were and wrapping his arms around your waist. A kiss was pressed on your neck, enjoying the softness of your skin.

“mm, the cookies or me?” A giggle escapes your lips, only for a meek squeak to come out when he sucks on your neck with a grumble, “Y’know what I mean, darling.”

“Hnnh, c—cmon, we just woke up..” Sweet moans that he-oh-so-loved was heard quietly under your lips. His knee was placed between your legs, your ass perking up slightly once he places it at your covered part. The things you had in your hands to make the cookies where dropped from the sudden sexual activity he wanted. A whine comes out from your lips, unconsciously grinding yourself onto his thigh from behind.

“Naughty girl,” Scaramouche’s hands come from behind and cupped your breasts, “Knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

He kneads your breasts in his hands, tweaking your covered nipples. You whine at the mean action, trying to get out of his grip. It got stronger from your pathetic struggling, and the knee to your crotch area was rubbing against it, dampening your panties at the gesture. It felt so good, you couldn’t help but move your hips at grind down on him. His fingers flipped up the ends of your night gown, the sight of your plump ass just for him. One hand from your breast came down to grab the soft skin of one of the cheeks on sight. Your striped pink panties looked so cute, slowly taking it off before slipping a few of his digits inside your soaked hole with a low groan, gripping your hips with such a tight grip. He curls the tip of his fingers inside, earning a wail of pleasure.

“Ah-hnng, k-kuni— stop… n-needa finish this first..” he pumps them inside your pussy so well. He feverishly ignores your quiet protests, his other hand comes down to rub at your clit. Once his fingers came down to rub circles on your pussy, the walls of your cunt tightens around his long fingers. Each time his digit comes down to push inside of you, it hits the spongey part that has you becoming delirious at any time. Chants and alluring mantras echoed throughout the kitchen from your throat. The thought of baking where now long gone, focusing at the fact that your husband was finger-fucking you so well. In just a few minutes, you came with a gasp.

Your panting from the intense session, drool escaping your lips. Shakily picking the plastic spatula you had dropped a few moments ago, “Haah… ahn.. O-okay, you had your fun… let me do m— annh~ no more!!!” He cuts you off by slipping his hard cock inside of you. Still so overstimulated from the previous session, the pleasure doubled each time he slowly thrusts his hips into yours. The spatula you had now clattered down onto the bench as you desperately held onto the edge, chin on the marble top with drool escaping your lips once again.

“Like your early present, hon?” Near the end of his sentence, his thrusts are so much deeper than the last, hitting your sweet spot too easily for your liking. A little ‘uhuh’ was heard from yourself, only to be covered down by the wails of moans and squeals. You felt like you were about to cum yet again from the overwhelming pleasure he’s giving you. The grip on your hips released and where now cupping at your breasts, he puts his chin at the curve of your neck before tilting his head down to sink his teeth into your soft skin.

Creams of white halos formed around his cock, cum drips on the floor. Your panties that were moved from the side now had a few cum marks.

He knew all of your weakest spots so well, he angles his cock to pummel into you more as more cum pours out of your hole. Tears of pleasure drip from your water lines, tongue lolling out of your lips as your eyes roll at the back of your head.

“C-Cummin… ‘gain..” You gasped out, completely knocked out on the bench top. The warmth of his semen filling you up made you whine at the sensation.

The two of you rested on the kitchen bench, gasping and panting from the intense session. He doesn’t remove his cock from your hole, rather using it as a sort of plug for the cum to not spill out.

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The batch of cookies where finished up by Scaramouche. Purposely, he made a few of the ginger-bread man shaped cookies have a frowny face drawn with frosting.

Fresh out of the shower, your hair smelt of strawberry and roses combined from your sweet scented shampoo. You, despite your legs uncontrollably shaking from you and Scaramouche’s quickie, were trying out a few costumes you bought ages ago.You were unable to find a good time to wear any of them. Despite not wearing any of them once you bought them, they where still in very good tact, the short red skirt with white fluff at the end looked so cute, while the top was still as small as ever, but nevertheless it still fit your figure perfectly.

“Kuni!! What do you think?” You hear the door of your shared room open, quickly turning your head towards his figure slanting on the slide with a lopsided smirk. His finger makes a sort of twirl motion, signalling for you to show your whole outfit to him. Obediently, you twirl around, enjoying how the skirt puffed up lightly and making your pretty figure even more cuter than before. A shy smile appears on your face, “All dolled up f’ me? Don’t you just look like a sweetheart?”

You feel yourself going all warm inside, shyly looking down at the ground with your hands behind your back. A gentle ‘cmere’ from him makes you swoon even more from the tone of his voice. Once you were infront of him, he becomes more affectionate, grabbing at your hips and rubbing circles, before leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. You flutter your lashes at him, leaning in to rest your head on his chest, arms wrapped around his waist.

“So cute,” He murmurs, “All for me?” He repeats.

“mhm,” With that, he lovingly takes you to the bed. You gasp, squirming out of his grip.

You whine, “Nooo, we just had sex, m still so sensitive!!!” Trying to push him off of your significantly smaller figure off of him.

He squints his eyes at you, “You can take another round.”

“I just took a shower!!! I don’t wanna take another one, cmoonn— haaah~.” Getting interrupted by Scaramouche moving your panties aside and licking a long stripe of your cunt with his tongue, you moaned loudly at how lovely it felt. The pleasure you felt back when you were at the kitchen had just popped in your stomach, bucking your hips at his mouth, fingers twirled in his hair. Scaramouche acts as if he was hungered, hungrily slurping at your juices. It was too much to process, too caught up with the pleasure that you don’t notice Scaramouche’s fingers coming to plunge into your hole.

“—nnnh noo~” Whining and crying, you yelled once he penetrated your sopping cunt with his digits, curling into that one spot that always gets your toes curling from pleasure. Your whiny moans of telling him to quit it were ignored, repeatedly thrusting his long fingers into you. Your thighs tremble with each powerful thrust, but it sends great waves of goodness that gets you drooling every time he finger-fucks you. Your climax is near, and it doesn’t (it does) help that his tongue was toying with your sensitive clit so eagerly.

You’re close, and he knows it. He feels your walls clench around his fingers tightly.

When you come undone, a squeal manages to escape your soar, yet tired throat. The mantras of alluring voices were now dulling down, only pants and gasps were heard echoing through the room with his fingers seeping out of your wet pussy. Your new panties were now soaked yet again.

Angrily, you squirm under him with a light growl. Not at all was it deemed to be serious, only playful. You reminded him of an angry little chipmunk, “Stop doing that!!”

“Doing what?” He retorts with that cheeky smirk.

“S—stop doing— nnh, just stop being so horny all the time! We have a party to host very soon.”

“You have a party to host. I didn’t agree to this.”

“You’re still helping me out, whether you like it or not. Ooh, that reminds me, did you finish off the cookies while I was in the shower?”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes, “Mh. Yeah, you can check it out yourself. I’m quite good at frosting treats.” He seemed a little proud of his last sentence. You couldn’t help but giggle softly.

A little smile pops on your face, struggling to get out of bed from your shaky legs. Scaramouche has a faint smile on his face, satisfied at the scene in front of him as he crosses his arms and watches you struggle, “Need help?”

You huffed at him, ignoring his snarky question before slamming the door shut. To be angry at him was an understatement once you saw how he decorated the sugar cookies with frowny-faces. How annoying.

(*´꒳`*)

Decorations were one of the most important things to note when special occasions happen. Without decorations, most events would be totally bland, and boring. With that, a pink box filled with Christmas decorations was settled just in front of you to make things a lot easier and quicker. A mistle-toe tied with a pink ribbon was in one hand, while the other was preoccupied in helping you to stabilise your ability in standing in tip-toes.

Once succeeded in tying the pink ribbon together and hanging it up on the frame of the door, you’re far too busy admiring the adorable contrast in colour between the mistletoe’s ribbon and the colour of the wall. You don’t notice the figure standing behind you. You don’t bother to squat down to get whatever you need from the box due to laziness and the struggles, so you bend from the hip to pick up a few more pretty decorations. With that action placed, Scaramouche can see the view of your panties shaping your ass finely. The fabric was so thin, he could see the lines of your already stimulated clit from a while ago. It gets him hard thinking of what happened just a few hours ago.

A shrill yell is heard from you when you feel a hand groping the squishiness of your ass, immediately dropping whatever you were holding and straightening your back, only for it to hit Scaramouche’s chest with an ‘umph!’

“No, no no no noo,” You feel his covered cock on your ass, “Not again, Kuni this is the third time.”

“M’ horny, s’ your fault.” He bluntly says.

“How’s it my fault!!” You’re confused as to how it was your fault, oblivious.

“You’ve got a ton of cute panties.” Oh. Maybe it would’ve been a smart idea to wear shorts underneath the mini-skirt you were wearing. You visibly deflate, allowing him to do whatever he wanted, relaxing in his touch before heaving out a loud sigh.

“Just— ugh, make it quick.” As soon as you give him access, he snugs out his hardened cock and proceeds to move your panties aside and thrust his hips into yours, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Your walls clenched around him tightly at the abrupt intrusion. His hands groped at your covered breasts that were threatening to spill out of your top, moulding it as if it were a batch of soft dough.

Shaky moans escape your lips once again, your plump ass on display as your skirt was flipped up from his quick fingers. Unlike the other sessions, you prepare yourself for trembling legs again, ready for the soreness of your hips.

Genuinely, you’ve started to enjoy the feeling of being fucked anywhere at anytime by him alone. Something about that thought has your insides getting all warm and blushy, it starts to get you even more wet than before. His fingers toy with your hardened nipples, still covered by the dumb top you wore. Being treated like a fuck-toy was at the same time both heartless, desperate yet so desiring to fulfill for Scaramouche only.

The previous sex sessions he’s had with you has made you stimulate into further pleasure once he pummels his cock into you with such roughness, each thrust knocks out a breath from you with little ‘ah-ah-ah’s’ coming out. It was cute, to be honest yet so whorish. It was much easier for you to reach your climax, and just before you even thought about cumming, you did. He doesn’t stop, and he won't stop.

Tears filled your water lines, tongue lolled out of your head as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. His cock drove you to overstimulation again, tingles and shocks of pleasure courses through your body as he slowly but surely gets you wrapped around his fingers. It was amazing, it was an out of world experience as you desperately held onto the wall that helped you from collapsing from exhaustion.

Once he cums, he cums. A lot. He blows his load deep inside your guts with a low groan, breeding you to clouds above. You guess hosting a Christmas party with cum leaking from your panties isn’t such a bad idea. The scent of sweat and sex covers the whole room as he pulls out his red cock out of your heat.

“Uncomfy..” You are shaken at the feeling of his warm cum dripping down your thigh, dragging your lithe finger down to plop a scoop in your mouth just to test out what you and your husband's cum taste like. Scaramouche’s eyes widen at the sight of you licking at your finger. And just like that, you feel his cock harden again at your ass. Better off to remind everyone that the party will probably be moved tomorrow, or something.

i am insane <3 PRINTS

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝘀: self-indulgent sub!wonbin. praise + spit kink (if you squint...?) riding, oral fixation (if you keep squinting....) + messy unprotected sex, overstimulation, cockwarming, breeding kink mentioned in passing.

☆ mdni !!

"was i good?" wonbin mutters, words a little garbled as he mouths them into the pulse point in your neck. this isn't unusual— he's clingy like this after near every post-show, the built-up adrenaline buzzing under his skin melting into neediness. "tell me i was."

"course you were," you stroke at the sharp of his jaw, watching how his face crumbles at your praise— how he quivers under your touch, a whimper ripping through his chest. "so good, so proud of you, wonbin."

he's straining against his jeans, has been for the last fifteen minutes, and when you finally decide to take pity on him, his breath catches in his throat.

you thumb a little at the button of his jeans and he complies, one clumsy hand flitting to his zipper to wrench it undone. his cock slaps against his clothed belly, staining the fabric of his shirt with a little puddle of pre-cum. he has half a mind to bunch his shirt up and tuck it underneath his chin, then— but the damage's already done.

"please," he gasps, nuzzling against your cheek. "please, i'll be so good. please."

you can't help but to coo at him— so pathetic and so pliant, his eyes moist with unshed tears. "yeah? gonna be good for me?" you hoist a leg over his thigh, laughing at the way his hips kick in interest. "eager."

"please, don't tease— you can't," he's a little frantic, features strung into a frown. "just— please, i'll do anything," wonbin sobs, pitiful, and you reach out to trail the pad of your pointer along the curve of his weeping cock. "fffuck."

his mouth parts with a sigh and you take the chance to coax two fingers over the swell of his plush lips. "suck," you croon, cunt throbbing at the way his tongue sloppily laves at your skin. "good boy, wonbin."

he preens, one coy hand slipping underneath your blouse to paw at your tits. his thumb flicks over your nipple and your breath hitches, too taken to remind him that he needs to ask first. he moans prettily around the hilt of your fingers, growing a little more forceful with his touch— not enough to hurt but enough to let you know he wants, needs more.

you slip your fingers out of his mouth, feel him twitch against you when he hears the wet little noise it makes— and you marvel at how fucked out he looks, cheeks flushed and pupils blown.

you move back on his thigh, hoisting yourself up on your knees. he knows what that means— (of course he does) and his hand dips to settle on the bend of your waist. you push your underwear down your legs, noting how his throat bobs at the way the gusset of your panties clings to your pussy with the wetness of it.

his head lolls back. he's peering at you through fluttery lashes, blunt nails kissing crescents into your skin— "you're so pretty," he blubbers, raising his hips so he can help you line him with your cunt. "fuck."

"shh, baby," you fist at the base of his cock, rubbing the head against your clit. it's easy from there on— you're sopping and wet at the thighs, so there's little to no resistance. he makes a strangled noise when you bottom out, grinds his teeth. you can tell it's taking him every last shred of will in his body to not start fucking into you. "good job, good. okay."

he slants into you, boneless. you expect him to start moving, but he doesn't.

"what's wrong, pretty? hm?" you cradle his nape, pushing a kiss to his temple. he shakes his head, holding you against his body like you're some sort of life-line.

"too good— think i'll cum if you move."

you tuck some tresses behind his ear, making a soft noise. it's not like it hasn't happened before or like you'd care, but you know how fussy he is. "fine, 's fine."

that seems to placate him. it's only a couple beats after that that he takes to swivel his hips into yours, the abrupt movement clawing a moan out of you.

his other palm comes to splay on your thigh, fingers prodding into the flesh so that you're sure it'll bruise blue and purple tomorrow. he's able to work himself into a clumsy pace, mouthing whines into your shirt when you squeeze around him every other upward stroke of his cock.

"fuck, 'm sorry," he sobs. his rhythm is waning a little, either punching the air clean out of your lungs with a toe-curling thrust or fully missing— but he's kind enough to tense the flat of his belly and let you rut against it, the sweet boy. "so warm— fuck, i wanna cum."

you feel the familiar coil of heat build in your core, a pool of sweat forming on the underside of your chin. when you crane your head to look down at him, his eyes are already on you, lined with tears and pleading.

"you can, baby," you say. it's not like you're going to last much longer yourself— he's driving you crazy, thrusting into you with full abandon. "cum for me. 's okay."

and that's all he needs— one last roll of his hips and he's fucking you full of his spend, a broken string of ah, ah, ah's spilling from his mouth. "ffuck, feels so good— 's so good, thank you, thankyouthankyou," he cries, forcing you still on his cock as he rides his orgasm out.

stars burst behind your eyelids, slashing through your vision. maybe it's the wet warmth inside you that pushes you over the edge— or the way you can feel him a little in your belly, even. whatever it is, it does the job, every clench of your cunt around him wrenching weak noises from his throat.

"we need to find you another way to work that tension out," you tut once your breath evens, wiping at his drool-wet chin with the back of your hand. "you're going to knock me up one of these days."

his cock twitches, still inside you.

"fuck, don't say that."

a/n: i was looking at wonbin pics and deftones came on shuffle do NOT try this at home !!

Forgive me Father for I stay sinning-

Where do you think AMAB Sevika's favorite place to come on and/or in us is?

Also, what do you think her reaction was the first time we told her to cum inside us?

WOOOOOOOOO god i love this

Warnings: 18+, smutsmutsmut, Oral sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex

You already know she’s got that big nose. Sis is hung

Her favorite place to come on you is everywhere. I think she would be particularly fond of seeing thick ropes of her come on your face and chest. No matter what you have going on up there, she’d tell you to squeeze and push your breasts up to give her a nice view while she finishes herself off

Sevika loves how depraved you look with her come on your face, covering those big doe eyes, coating your sweaty, tousled hair. She’d collect it with her finger and press it into your mouth for you to taste because she’s going to be inside you one way or another

While she cools down, she’d make you kneel like that, in between her legs as she sips alcohol and smokes. Before long the sight of your body claimed as hers has her ready to go again

You look so pretty with her cock in your mouth, lips stretched around her wide girth, watery eyes gazing up at her in adoration. She likes directing your movement with a hand in your hair, and she’ll pull you off to give you a breather often just because she likes the cute, concentrated little face you make as you suck in a breath and swallow the precum and spit that’s collected in your mouth. Another thing that’d be one of her favorites is the sight of you panting. She’d order you to keep your eyes on her at all times so you can see her gaze appreciate your heaving chest

“Eyes on me.” A small, warning tug on your hair has your eyes darting up at hers. Sevika drinks in the sight of you, obediently sitting back on your knees, sniffling and sucking little breaths down your throat. “You good?”

“Uh-huh.” The sweet, firm grip leaves your hair to wipe a bit of dribble off your chin.

“You look good.” She flirts, and you blush like she didn’t just have her cock stuffed in your mouth. You must be learning because your eyes only glance down shyly for a second. “C’mon, wrap those pretty lips around me.”

The first prod against your hole has you gasping, and she kisses you through that first, slow thrust. She’s big and overwhelming in the best way, there’s no chance of you holding in a moan as she spreads you open. Sevika’s an asshole and she’ll mock you, moaning right back into your mouth to mimic your pitiful one, lips pouting in a coo as she teases, “that’s a lot of cock, isn’t it, baby?”

Sevika isn’t afraid to let loose either. Loud, shameless moans fall from her lips and she makes sure they are right in your ear, letting her little toy know how much they please her

When she’s hammering into you, your legs sling around her hips to prevent her from pulling out. She’ll still, and give a low, warning growl of “Baby”

“Come in me, ‘Vika, please.” The thought of her come leaking out of you for the next few hours on duty makes her moan

Sev with a breeding kink? Say less

“I think you’d look so pretty, all knocked up”

After she finishes she’d rest there for a bit, letting her essence soak in and stain your insides until she’s sure you’ve taken it all. When she pulls out, she’d watch the little pearl of white leak out of you and she’d use her fingers to stuff it back in

“Don’t waste that.”

Grayson with a House wife kink

+ some breeding kink in there <3

This is something I’ve thought about toughly and personally believe that while it is still a kink for her it’d also be a lifestyle dynamic she’d be in love with.

Her working hard to provide for her and her wife while you’re back home cleaning the house and cooking dinner and taking care of yalls fur babies (Grayson has a white cat named soap and a Doberman named warm water fight me).

When she finally gets home she smells her favorite meal just waiting for her in the kitchen. you greet her with a kiss and a “Welcome home hunny!!” Then you take her jacket and gloves to hang up and put away. Then, you get her settled at the dinner table while you prepare her plate for her.

You give her the plate and ask her “How was your day darling?” and then Grayson would go on to tell you the stories of her day and rant a bit about incompetent workers (*cough* *cough* MARCUS *cough* *cough*) she always makes sure to leave out the more explicit parts of her story for you in case you don’t want to hear, and if you’re like me and wanna hear she’ll tell you if you ask.

She’ll always ask you back how you’re day was as well and you’ll say the usual but with a little twist. “ Oh you know me. I cleaned up around the house walked the dog fed the cat and cooked your favorite, and once I was all done I even had a chance dress up for you :>” that’s when the you lift the skirt of your dress to reveal the bottom half of a pretty lingerie set in the sheriff’s favorite color. Suddenly dinner was completely neglected in place for dessert~

 !!NSFW WARNING!! breeding kink hc’s and drabbles below I refer to Grayson’s strap as a dick <33

Now you may be asking “do you think Grayson wants kids?” and the answer to that would be no. She feels that she is too busy and too old to be responsible of kids now, BUT getting to breed her wife and tell her how sweet it’d be to see her wifey all pregnant with her babies and and taking care of yalls kids so you’re not only a house wife but a stay at home mom as well? Hot it is so hot and is placed into the love making EVERYTIME.

“Fuck! Graysonn~” you whine feeling Grayson’s dick pounding in and out of you while she switches between leaving hickeys on your neck and whispering praises/growling in your ear. “Come on love, keep telling me about your day. I told you I want all the details.” You try to form a sentence but anytime you got a single word out Grayson would start thrusting her dick inside you harder and faster chuckling with every broken moan you let out of you pretty mouth. “Aw I’m sorry love I missed that what we’re you saying?” she knew how close you were and just wanted you to mess with you a little and wants to hear you desperately try and obey her but failing miserably due to her violent thrusts. “Ah! gr-gray~ cum-cummingg.” “Cum all you like my dear just know I won’t let you go till you nice and full of my fucking babies.” 

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OMFG THIS TOOK SO LONG @sevikasleftpussyflap is responsible for this mess of a fuckin headcannon/drabble anyways please enjoy <333

a sultry 80s type of mood ft. a younger Bella and Mortimer

I don't think I know what sparring is

(bg text from this post from @avainblue )

edit: forgot the close-up

"Are you two a thing?" "Are you two dating?" "Are you a couple?"

He slit my throat and now we haunt hotel halls together, occasionally murdering newcomers for fun. It's complicated.

The me in the real world says: Incest Yuck!

The fangirl in me says: Oh My God! Oh my God! They kissed !!! Finally, yeah!

As much as I hate incest and disgusts me in the real world I am so shipping this fictional couple.

bro am frothing at the mouth

reaction to them giving you a tummy bulge ? 👀

Seungcheol: he wouldn’t notice at first until you bring one of his hands to your abdomen and it’s only then he stops and runs his hand over it. and then thrusts particularly hard and cums very quickly just from the sight of the bulge

Jeonghan: this little shit would 100% notice and teases you about it. “you see that? look how deep i am inside you, can you feel me hitting you hard and deep hm?” he’s going to make you describe the feeling to him until you collapse

Joshua: he’d notice right before he cums, which only makes him cum harder. but, when he’s cum he gets a good look at his cock twitching inside you and he’d go again for round 2 and watches the bulge with every thrust

Junhui: oh man... he’d have no words, just runs his hand over the bulge a couple times, and then uses your hand and runs over it again, and keeps your hand there while he thrusts into you slowly so you can feel every single inch of him

Soonyoung: he’d probably feel it on accident and think there’s something wrong and gets Concerned. but then you have to tell him, between moans and whines, that it’s actually his dick and he’d go nuts. ballistic if you will. you’re seeing stars for hours.

Wonwoo: this bitch would be like “look at that sweetheart, look at my cock and tell me what you’re feeling” and makes you run your hand over it, and if you were to squeeze it? be prepared to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been fucked

Jihoon: he’s pretty observant, so he’d notice right away and fuck you slowly just to see the bulge move and drive you crazy. when you complain he’s going too slow, he makes a point to go slower and grabs your hand to run over the bulge at the same time

Seokmin: he’d get really flustered and cum on the spot the moment he realizes he’s given you a tummy bulge, but would fuck you through the orgasm and fucks you as hard as possible, his eyes glancing at the bulge every so often and groaning loudly

Mingyu: he does it on purpose. full stop. it’s like his mission to get that bulge happening and every time he succeeds he smirks and gets super cocky and fucks you hard and fast, multiple times until you’re shaking and trembling

Minghao: man would be hella cocky! you can feel the bulge, running your hand over it and whining. “thats a pretty bulge isn’t it baby? look how i fill you up...” it turns him on even more and honestly...he’d def film it for later purposes

Seungkwan: “what’s that?” would press against it and realizes it’s a fatal mistake because he’s pressed right against his tip and made himself even more sensitive, and has to compose himself for a solid 5 minutes before fucking you again

Vernon: he wouldn’t pay any mind at first, but would notice when he’s got you kneeling in front of a mirror and he’s fucking from behind, and all he can do is moan and press his hand against it, almost rutting against it until he’s cumming hard inside you

Chan: oh my god... this would rile him up so much! he would be fucking you so hard and fast, and only rapidly increases his pace at the sight of the bulge. after he’s done with you and cleaned you up, he’d kiss the area and run his hands over it, knowing he’ll be fucking you again shortly

Let's talk about the certified munches: chan and haechan taking turns sucking on your p*ssy! ugh, their dynamic is so identical yet distinct but the way their tounges swirl and meet in the middle to eat you up lets you know that all they care about is making you cum over and over and over again. haechan is of course in the back, he loves gripping your ass, teasing that tight little hole, and chan adores your tits, tugging on your nipples and sucking hard on your clit. when they're done making you sweat they just have to share a few kisses, sucking on each other's tongues then letting you have a taste of course cause you all love the taste of your sweet, tangy cunt 🥹

The way I would've never thought to put these two together, but this combo sounds perfect. Both of them would just be brimming with energy, even as everything is glazed over with a lethargic haze. Imagine being between them, feeling the heat rise as their hot mouths lave all over your pussy. Greedy laps of tongues and presses of lips stimulate you, making you grab onto the cushion of the couch for purchase. Pleasure thrums through you as their tongues sweep over your clit, keeping you fully immersed in bliss. Their hands only add to the experience. The way Chan fondles your breasts, the way Haechan gropes your ass, only accentuates the pleasure you feel.

"Fuck, she tastes so good." Haechan groans, eyes rolling back as the sweet tang of your essence settles on his tongue.

"So fucking good." Chan concurs, tongue instantly circling your clit once more.

Ecstasy crests in waves the longer you’re submerged in sensations. Your moans are easily louder than the soft music playing in the background, and they follow the tune of your sounds of pleasure instead of whatever’s playing from the bluetooth speaker. Every time Haechan grabs you to pull you closer, Chan makes it a point to press his face in deeper, and suck on your clit with enough intensity to make you squeal. It’s easy to bring you to the edge like this, when your body is already alight with ecstasy and sensitive to their every touch. You cum, right against their mouths, your entrance quivering as they both lap up the release that spills from your centre. 

The kisses they share are little more than lewd presses of lips between broad sweeps of tongue. Moans emit from the two of them, low and resonate, as they exchange the flavor of your release between them. Just as quickly as their mouths meet, their mouths part, and they dive back in to get more to taste. You lie in bliss as they make you cum over and over, all the while they keep sharing you between them.

holy fuck this was so hot like this is literally *chefs kiss* 🤌 🤌 🤌   ✨ ✨ ✨

Wanna know what it’s like (l.j)

m.list | ao3 | minors dni! otherwise please like and reblog my works!! 

requested by anonymous: “i keep thinking about that one doja cat vid where she said she likes big noses because she can sit on them,,,Could i request smth similar to this? With Jeno and reader?”

wordcount― 5.7k

pairing― jeno x fem reader 

description― after several weeks of casual hook-ups with Jeno, a man you’d met at some back-alley party, he playfully asks you what your favorite thing about him is. Your answer leads to an interesting change of events, one where he can’t find himself growing tired of having his head between your legs. 

Or the one where Jeno learns just how much he enjoys being unable to breathe.

content― alt!jeno, a smidge of fluff just to get to the special question, you’re both in dom mode but like, in a really desperate way, nose kink???, mentions of weed and alcohol

note― y’all like big noses? looks like you’re in the right place bc anon here got me fucked up on this idea. also, you guys should know by now that im never gonna proofread any of my works. 

smut tags under cut:: 

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cannot believe i didn't find this blog sooner. this is hands down one of thee best seungcheol smut i've read on this app!!! i am in love and in awe of your writing <33

When fertility clinics fail to give you what you want, you decide it’s time to take the matter into your own hands. And who’d be better for the job than Choi Seungcheol?

Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader

Genre: Porn with a small bit of plot. 

Warnings: This work contains adult content! MDNI! This whole fic revolves around getting pregnant!! So if you’re uncomfortable, please do not read. Smut warnings under the cut!

Word Count: 4.3k

A/N: Omg look, she’s back with a work!! And it’s a standalone Cheol fic??? Damn. I wanna thank the lovely @idyllic-ghost for the beautiful banner!! Have fun reading and please be a bit more patient in case you are a reader of Challenge Me. I swear there is more to come!! also big thanks to @beomcoups for reading this over and telling me it doesn't suck, lol.

Tagging: @duhnova, @yoonguurt, @highvern, @smileysuh, @cheolism @the-boy-meets-evil @ourdawnishotterthanourday @gyuswhore

“I don’t really know how to start.” You finally break the silence, sitting on the couch across from Seungcheol, your legs crossed and your hands laying in your lap. He watches as you lick over your lips, nervous eyes roaming around the room and something like a chuckle wants to creep out of his throat. He suppresses it and instead smiles.

“Me neither, don’t worry. We can take it slow if you like. Or I can finish this water and we can go upstairs,” he pauses for a second, “or stay here, whatever you prefer.”

Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (duh), creampie, dirty talk, blowjobs, face fucking, usage of the word daddy, squirting, multiple orgasms (f&m)

Choi Seungcheol has never done this before. He has never sat in the living room of a woman he barely knew with a glass of medium sparkling water in his hand and a pounding heart in his chest. If anything, this had only ever happened in his dreams. Not the medium sparkling water (mainly because he didn’t even like his water sparkled, medium or not) and perhaps with less clothing - even though that specific part was probably about to become reality. 

“Do you want something small to eat, or something?” You ask now and Cheol flinches slightly, looking up at you with his big eyes and his mouth slightly dropped.

“Oh, no, thanks!” He smiles back and takes a sip from his glass. It tastes awful but he’s not about to say that. 

Your living room is huge; two big couches the color of creme surrounded by tasteful art on the walls. A fireplace and a huge flatscreen above it, pictures of friends and family on the shelves, books from authors Cheol has never heard of. He wonders for a quick second why you would choose this route when you obviously had the funds to do it the… more professional way, but then he remembers that he is getting paid for this. In fact, he already has the insane amount in his bank account waiting to be used to pay off his student loans. 

“I don’t really know how to start.” You finally break the silence, sitting on the couch across from Seungcheol, your legs crossed and your hands laying in your lap. He watches as you lick over your lips, nervous eyes roaming around the room and something like a chuckle wants to creep out of his throat. He suppresses it and instead smiles.

“Me neither, don’t worry. We can take it slow if you like. Or I can finish this water and we can go upstairs,” he pauses for a second, “or stay here, whatever you prefer.”

You think it’s cute, the way he blushes. In a situation like this one, definitely not surprising. You’ve been thinking about this for months now: fertility clinics in your town and even outside of it weren’t working. It wasn’t the money that was the problem, but your body apparently. Or anything else. At some point one of the doctors joked that it would probably be best if you tried getting pregnant in the old fashioned way. By sleeping with someone who had a penis with functioning sperm. And whilst he had meant it as a joke, very clearly trying to uplift an incredibly sad situation (kind of distasteful, you find) you had taken it to heart and here you are now. 

A friend of yours owned a few gyms in town and Cheol was a regular turned PT in one of them. He was handsome and strong, a gentleman, healthy and in desperate need of some easy made money. Your friend had overheard him talking to one of the other PTs and even though it might not have been the most professional thing to do - she had asked him if he wanted to help out in your specific situation. You have to admit - back when she told you it felt extremely humiliating. Asking some stranger to have sex with you to, maybe (hopefully?), get you pregnant. Not to mention her being his boss - if he hadn’t reacted the way he did, he could have more than likely sued her for this. 

But he said yes. And now he's here. Many dollars richer and with an embarrassed flush on his pretty face. 

“Upstairs is probably more comfortable,” you finally respond and he nods, emptying his glass. After, he looks at you expectantly and you feel your insides growing hot. He’s everything you wished for and more. Better than who you had picked first in the fertility clinic for sure. It’s crazy, all of this, you know it, and yet you can’t help but feel like this is also the only right thing. You want a baby. Seungcheol wants to help you get one. 

Finally, you get up and he joins you, a nervous smile on his lips as you lead him to the stairs in the foyer, your legs shaking as you walk up, the sounds of his footsteps behind you echoing in your head. You’re about to lead a stranger into your bedroom. A sexy stranger that will (hopefully) father the child you’ve been wanting for over a year. Your stomach turns in excitement as well as arousal and you clear your throat as you reach the top of the stairs.

“It’s right over here,” you say, pointing at the door to your left and Seungcheol nods, eyes only temporarily leaving your frame. 

A part of him feels like he should come clean about how much he’s been looking forward to this. To sleep with you, to breed you. Ever since his boss had asked him about this, he’s been excited. It was almost as if she had known. Showing him pictures of you, telling him how much you want to have a baby. She obviously didn’t say the obvious, didn’t say that you were desperate for cum in your pussy to get you pregnant. Mainly because that would have been even more inappropriate. But Cheol knew. He still does. Knows that you’re probably dripping into your designer panties wanting nothing but his cum and his only. Fuck, he is growing harder by the second. He has to calm down, remain professional. This is supposed to be nothing but a business transaction, he is well aware. But it’s not like he chose to have an extreme breeding kink, right? 

The door to your bedroom opens and Cheol takes in the furniture and decorations only for a second before his eyes land on you again. You stand in front of your bed, your arms wrapped around yourself. 

“I- uh, I think it’s probably best if we, uhm, get ready by ourselves?” 

Cheol nods. He kind of figured there wouldn’t be much foreplay. Still, just the thought of you behind him, touching yourself… he comes to the conclusion he won’t need much handy work to be hard for you. 

“Should we take our clothes off, or…?” He asks carefully and you swallow, your eyes trying to be subtle as you check him out but he can clearly see what you’re doing. You want him to take off his clothes. You just aren’t sure if you should. It would probably make the situation easier, yes, but it would also expose you to this man that is built like a god. You bite down on your lip and swallow the lump in your throat. Then, you nod. 

With a sense of pride, Cheol moves his hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head without any trouble. Your eyes are immediately glued to his toned torso - the abs, the strong shoulders, his chest. 

“Maybe we should turn off the lights.” The words escape your mouth before they reach your brain. A small smirk tugs on Cheol’s lips - you’re flustered because of him. Without a word, Cheol nods and turns off the light, sitting down onto the bed with his back turned to you. This is nerve wracking. Your face is hot and your heart is beating fast as you sit down as well. You hear him behind you. Hear the sound of his pants opening, of his hands moving to shove it down. There is no stopping the wish to see him, his beautiful body. When you hear the small sigh he lets out a few seconds later, you decide to just follow your instincts. It was you who had called him here. Backing out now would be foolish. So, you bite down on your lip and lean back slightly, your hand wandering down to your clothed core, pressing against it for just a quick moment, before you move to open your jeans as well, making quick work to get them down your legs. 

You begin to circle your clit over your panties, eyes closed and the image of Cheol right there in front of you. The smug smile, the lean muscles on his torso… you wonder what they’d feel like under your fingertips. Now, it is you who sighs softly and Seungcheol behind you groans quietly. The sound shoots through you, makes you crave to hear it even closer, right by your ear. You want him to hold you, want him to say your name as he slides into you. 

The sounds you make drive Seungcheol crazy. His big hand is wrapped around his cock, moving up and down, precum helping to make the glide easier. His whole head is filled with you and nothing but you and he has to stop himself from shooting his load right away just thinking about feeling you tightly around him. Yes, Seungcheol seriously doesn’t know how long he can go on like this without cumming. So, he slightly turns around, tongue slipping over his lips.

“I’m ready…,” his deep voice reaches your ears just when two of your fingers slide into your pussy, already longing for more. You moan, feeling another wave of heat running through your body. Nodding, you let your fingers slip out and turn around, moving fully onto the bed. You hadn’t discussed positions earlier, but you decide to get on all fours, Seungcheol slowly getting up.

He can’t see you, only your silhouette that looks ever so perfect, ass up in the air and, fuck, he thinks he won’t last long. Swallowing hard, he moves and places his hands on your hips.

“Is that alright?” He asks and you nod.

“Y-yes.”

That’s all he needs. Moving forward, his right hand grabs his erect cock, leading it to your core. God, you’re wet. No problem at all to slide into you, into your seemingly perfect pussy that begins to squeeze him right away. Seungcheol is sure there are stars dancing in front of his head already. 

His size almost takes you out. The stretch hurts deliciously and the second he is buried fully inside of you, your head drops and a moan you couldn’t suppress even if you wanted to makes Seungcheol thrust for the first time. He starts out slow but deep, trying to hold on longer by not speeding up. While the goal is obvious, he doesn’t just want to cum inside of you and leave. No, he wants to make this a good experience for both of you. So, he listens to the sounds you make to the way your pussy clenches, the way your body shoves back against him. You seem to like it deep, seem to want it harder and, fuck, if Seungcheol wasn’t so keen on still kind of keeping it professional he would push your head into your pillows and fuck you til you begged him to never stop. 

All that fills the air is the moans both of you let out as well as the sound of skin on skin, of his cock sinking into your wetness over and over again. You want to scream, want to tell him to go harder, faster. All sense of professionalism is slowly but surely leaving your body and when his big hands squeeze your hips, you finally falter. 

“H-harder, please!” You cry out and Seungcheol twitches inside of you, nodding to himself before doing as he’s asked. He leans forward, his hips hitting yours harder and faster than before, fingers digging into your skin as he groans in pleasure. 

“Fuck!” Your hands grab the sheets, knuckles white just when your first orgasm hits. Throwing your head back, crying out in nothing but pure bliss, leaving Seungcheol speechless. He can feel your climax around him, can feel you clenching, vibrating almost. He can feel just how good you squeeze him and there is no stopping his own release following right away, spurts of hot cum painting your warm walls white. He fucks both of you through your orgasms, sweat running down his face and finally pulls out, wishing the light was on so he could see his seed spilling out of you. 

You turn around, falling onto your back, your eyes closed. 

“That… wow.” You can’t find words. Mainly because you can’t even remember the last time someone fucked you this good. Seungcheol licks over his lips.

“Can I turn the light on?” He asks then and something in his voice makes chills run down your back. Your eyes fly open and you bite back down onto your lip before telling him yes. Once the light is back on, you feel another wave of lust rush over you. He’s fully naked. He’s sweaty. He’s perfect. Blonde hair sticking to his forehead, brown eyes taking in every bit of your body that’s free for him to see. Different from what you had believed you don’t feel uncomfortable. More so the opposite. His gaze on your body seems to light you on fire, making you crave more. 

“You’re beautiful.” He lets his hands fall down onto your bare thighs, slowly pushing them apart. His cock hardens again at the sight of your pussy, his cum slowly dripping out of you.. You allow yourself to check him out, seeing how his blood rushes down, how much he enjoys the view. 

“I think… I think maybe another round… would make the probability higher that it works.” Another thing you say before it registers. 

The smug smile appearing on his face now almost makes you gasp. It’s so different from the person he was downstairs, from the shy and slightly awkward man who didn’t know where to look. Now, he looks like a wild animal with its eyes set on its prey. Oh, god.

He leans forward, hands still on your thighs and your throat goes dry. His tongue licks over his bottom lip and his eyes seem to already fuck you a second time. 

“We should get this back inside, don’t you think?” It takes you by surprise when you feel his fingers on your core, when you feel him gathering his release and shove it back inside you, his thick fingers splitting you open deliciously. This time you can’t stop the gasp, your hands moving to hold onto his forearms, eyes wide and mouth dropped.

“That’s right, take all of Daddy’s cum,” his lips are right by your ear and your body is hit by an enormous wave of lust, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he keeps fucking them into you. Moans escape you and your head falls back - at least you think it does until you feel his other hand on the back of your neck holding it steady.

“Look at me,” he breathes, “look at me when I fuck my first load back into you before giving you another one.” 

You whimper as you nod, eyes watering from the desperation of wanting to cum again. Seungcheol is sure to give you as many orgasms as you can take. As many rounds as you let him have you.

His plump lips are opened as he watches you, your sweaty face, your blown pupils, your obvious need for more. Fuck, he’s a goner. Before knowing what he’s doing, he’s leaning in even more, crashing your lips together. Your eyes flutter shut immediately and you kiss him back, opening your lips to invite him inside. He groans against your mouth, his tongue sliding into your warmth, feeling yours a few seconds later. 

The kiss is heated and desperate and every vein in your body seems to be on fire. Your heart is pounding at triple speed in your chest and when Seungcheol parts for air, you’re already craving him again. You want to touch him, want him to hold you close when he’s back inside of you, when he gives you what you need, what you want. There seem to be no coherent thoughts left in your brain as he continues to kiss you with his fingers buried inside your sweet cunt. 

“Do you even know how hot you are, fuck,” he breathes against your lips now, pulling his fingers out of you to have both his hands on you the next second. He kisses you again, hungry for your touch. Hands all over you, gliding from your hips to your breasts, getting rid of the shirt you were still wearing. He wants to see all of you, lose himself in your body, wants to get high on what it feels like to know you want him just as bad as he wants you. This isn’t just about making you a mum anymore. Seungcheol wants to give you pleasure, wants to treat you the way you deserve. He saw it in your eyes earlier - saw how you want it hard and rough, heard it in your pleads for him. 

“On your knees, face me.” It’s an order you’re more than happy to follow. You bite down onto your lip and get on your knees, looking up at him. God, he looks ethereal. 

“Good girl, so, so good for me.” You shiver when he lets his fingers slide over your face, down to your mouth, sliding them in. You suck them in without having to be asked. They taste like you and him and your eyes roll back when he begins to fuck them down your throat, his free hand cradling your tits again. 

“That’s right. Fuck.” 

It’s like he is in a trance, hypnotized by the way you look with his fingers in your mouth, knowing full well his seed is still inside and will soon be joined by more. He feels like he is addicted to you already, like he just can’t get enough of you. He wants to taste you, wants to have you come on his cock over and over again.

His eyes are glued to you. You, who is sucking on his fingers so prettily, your tongue swirling around the digits and Seungcheol grows impatient. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and instead grabs his half hard cock with his slicked up fingers, jerking himself off a few times, eyes never leaving yours. 

“Open up wide for me, baby girl.” 

His cock slides through your lips and into your mouth and your eyes roll back, tongue already pressing against his thick length. The groan he lets out makes slick run down your thighs. You want him so bad, your pussy is throbbing and clenching and you feel like your head has never been this dizzy before. Nothing but arousal is in the air, the smell of you and him and what you’ve done just as hypnotizing as your eyes. 

Working forward slowly, Cheol watches as you take more and more of him down your perfect throat, his own mouth hanging low. No one has ever looked as good with his cock in their mouth. He doubts anyone ever will. He’s big, he knows he is and while he wants to be careful with you - he also wants to ruin you. Wants to see drool dripping down your chin, wants to hear you choke on his huge cock. 

“Take it all, I know you can.” He pushes further, his tip gliding down your throat and you choke, your eyes filling with tears, but there is no part of you that isn’t fully enjoying this. You want him to fuck your mouth, to be rough, harsh. Want to be used by him all while having him breed you later on. He watches you, watches the first tear and the first small pool of drool, his cock growing heavier on your tongue by the second.

“Look at you. So, so pretty. Getting Daddy’s cock hard so he can breed you again, isn’t that so nice of you?”

He does his first thrust down your throat and you choke once more, followed by a moan around his cock that makes him groan. Everything around him is a blur. There is only you and your mouth, the warmth of it, the feeling of how your throat restricts around his length, how you seem to vibrate around him. 

Getting your throat fucked certainly wasn’t on your list of probable things happening tonight. But you lose yourself in the feeling of him using you to get off. Feeling him grow harder in your mouth, spit dripping from your mouth onto your bed, his taste ever so present. God, you wanna devour him until he explodes inside of you. 

As much as he enjoys this, though, there is a reason he is here. With a last hard thrust down your excellent throat, he pulls out, watching you gain back your breath, your eyes fluttering open and looking at him with such desperate want it makes shivers run down his throat. 

There is no need for words - he leans forward, pushing you over so you’re on your back, his lips catching yours in another heated kiss. His hand is around his cock, leading it to your entrance. The tip breaches you and you moan into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer. Your legs almost automatically set around his waist, his cock sinking as deep into you as possible.

“Fuck,” he breathes, settling inside of you, giving him and you a second to adjust. God, he could already shoot his load. You feel perfect around him. Like you were made for him and only him. It suddenly bothers him - the fact he’s gonna get you pregnant and never see you again. The thought is scary, and he might have spiraled into something - but you have a different idea. 

Wiggling your hips, you are whining into his mouth, trying to finally get him to move. Your pussy squeezes him, begs him and Cheol is just a man after all. He does his first thrust that is quickly followed by more. Soon, both of your moans are filling the room, his lips kissing every inch of you he can reach, your heartbeat rapidly increasing. You feel like you’re in a different dimension, a dimension that only exists for you and Seungcheol and your pleasure. You arch your back, his mouth on your tits, sucking and biting them, your moans getting louder every second. 

While you don’t want it to end, you also want nothing more than for him to fill you up again. Feel him twitch and lose control because of you. Your nails dig into his muscular back just as he leans back, his dark eyes staring into yours as he fucks you harder, his hands shoving your thighs back, his movements becoming more fluid. Your eyes roll back and you sure you can feel him in your stomach, or no, you can feel him everywhere.

“Look at you, so fucking beautiful, could look at you forever.” 

You wonder if he knows what those words do to you. If he knows how hot he is, how ethereal he looks. Probably. With your mouth and eyes wide, your body in his hands and your pussy crying, begging, yearning for release, you let yourself fall. Fall down into the greatest pleasure of your life, waves and waves of it hitting you, liquid shooting out of you and onto Cheol’s cock and thighs, loud and lewd moans leaving your throat as you reach the highest height you’ve ever been.

Seungcheol’s response is the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard, his own eyes not able to stay open as he fucks into you faster and harder, so close to bursting. And when he does, when he lets go as well, when all he has to give is ready to be given - there is no stopping the wave of yet another orgasm hitting you. Spurts of white are met by your pussy squeezing him, by you crying out his name over and over while his hips crash against yours at rapid speed over and over again. 

Then, he collapses on top of you. Your legs fall into their natural position and your hands find the back of his head, stroking through his wet strands of hair. You are both panting, his chest glued to yours. Sweat and drool and other bodily fluids give the air the smell of sex and you wonder how long it’ll linger in your bedroom. You’re not sure you ever want it to leave. Or him, for that matter.

It takes a good couple of minutes before Seungcheol is able to lift his head to look at you. His eyes sparkle and you smile, one hand wandering to cup his cheek and caress it softly.

“Hi,” you whisper. He can’t help but smile back.

“Hi,” he replies quitely. 

He kisses you after. Soft and sweet. He is still buried inside of you, keeping his cum inside you, making sure it’s all right where it belongs. The thought makes him wonder. Makes him ask himself why it feels like it’s not just his seed that belongs to you. He doesn’t dare to speak what’s on his mind. Instead, he just continues to kiss you.

Unknowingly that you were just thinking the exact same thought as him. 

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