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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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It's Time To Do Your Thing

Day Ten: Cockwarming | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!reader Genre: Smut Notes: There's just something about a manipulative authority figure... right? Warnings: 18+, dubcon/noncon, cockwarming, manipulation, coercion, praise, strip tease??, vaginal penetration, choking//collaring (he uses his tie), dacryphilia. Words: 1.9k

“Sit still for me sweetheart.” your superior commanded.

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!” you cried.

Nanami had invented a way to manipulate you into fucking him. And honestly; he was pretty proud of himself. When he approached you last week and offered some one-on-one training, you jumped at the chance. He may not be able to perform domain expansions like Gojo, but he’s still an amazing sorcerer. Who were you to turn down additional support? You’d do anything to get ahead in your career, and the better you were at using Jujutsu, the better help you’d be for your students.

You were grateful, albeit a little confused when he didn’t invite you out to go curse hunting. Instead, he drove you to his apartment. But that’s okay… Right? He probably has tools and things here he needs to get before he heads out. Although you’ve never actually seen him use anything besides that blunt, wrapped sword. But that’s okay too, just because he doesn’t use any other weapon isn’t to say he doesn’t have other weapons. It’s the only logical explanation as to why you were in his apartment right now. He was finding a spare tool just for you!

Alas, that suspicion was dashed as you watched Nanami remove his tie, calmly. Before you could ask what he was doing, he tied the spotty yellow accessory around your neck. You would have objected; but you were just totally lost for words at what was happening. When there was a secure knot around your neck, he tugged you closer to him.

“Please remove your clothes… Slowly.” he demanded. He backed away to form a gap between you both. He wanted to see you do as you were instructed and enjoy the display. He began unbuttoning the top button of his cobalt blue shirt.

“I don’t—”

“Speak up if you have something to say.” he interjected, insulting your whispering tone. You couldn’t help it. Your throat practically closed all on its own. “Confidence plays a role in Jujutsu, you know.”

“I d-don’t- why are you- how is this going to help?” you stuttered. His vision sharpened in on you. The stuttering displeased him, immensely. “I’m just not sure how removing our clothes is going to make me a better sorcerer.

“Are you questioning me?”

“N-No! I just—” you choked as you found yourself being dragged closer to the blonde man before you once again. He looked down sternly into your eyes, his lips in a tight line as he planned his next words. You knew he was preparing to chew you out. But what he was actually doing was attempting to come up with a plausible lie to manipulate you into thinking this is acceptable conduct from a superior.

“Jujutsu is all about endurance. Whoever has the weakest will to go on, less energy to fight, will lose. This is to help you. But if you’re too selfish…” he trailed off, knowing the idle threat of removing the opportunity from you would have you at his beck and call.

“’m not selfish! ‘m sorry Nanami, just didn’t understand! Please… Please help me. I’m so grateful, promise.” you whimpered pathetically. You even began to remove your clothing for him, just as he’d asked. Better late than never, he supposes.

He joins you in continuing to take off more articles of clothing. He’s satisfied with the speed you find yourself naked. While shirtless, he pauses to inspect your body. He has waited an awfully long time to see you like this. In this vulnerable, intimate state. And you’re too dense to realise it’s all a rouse. But he’ll never tell, and he’s sure you’ll keep it secret too. God forbid any of the higher ups discover his sick little plan. If you’re both careful, both smart about this, you could probably do this forever. You feel a little embarrassed under his harsh gaze, using your arms to cover whatever intimate areas as best you can. He tuts once and shakes his head.

“Don’t do that. You have a fine body, beautiful in fact.” he admits. You don’t really want to uncover yourself, but you do as he asks regardless. He raises his index finger, whistling as he spins it through the air. You obey his speechless command and spin around. You’re unsure if he wants you to do a 360˚ or 180˚. “Stop.” he speaks while your back is facing him.

He comes up behind you, palming his hands over the fat of your right ass cheek. He knows you’re only doing it because you’re uncomfortable, but he’s revelling in the way you’re squirming around under his touch. Has it been a while for you, perhaps? Just as it had been quite some time for him? You yip as you feel his palm collide with your soft flesh.

“I want you to remove my trousers and underwear for me.” he informs you. You’re spun around to be facing him, and soon he’s pressing down on your shoulders, indicating that he wants you on your knees. He doesn’t want his cock sucked. He knows exactly what he wants. But it will come, all in good time. He just wants to see how far you’ll go for this, for him.

Trembling fingers are working at the complexities of the material that his cock is straining against. He doesn’t mind that you are fumbling and taking too long. He knows this is a lot for you to handle out of the blue. He can see in the way your whole body shakes that you’re terrified, but he’ll be gentle with you – mostly.

Finally his member springs free and thumps against his chiselled body. Even he cracks a little smile on that serious expression when he notices your eyes bulge in fascination. The little patches of drool forming in the corner of your mouth don’t go unnoticed either.

It’s so pretty. The prettiest you’ve ever seen. If Nanami didn’t know any better, he’d thinking you were falling in love. He couldn’t believe you were genuinely salivating over his dick like this. What else were you meant to do? The tip was pink and pretty, the type of pink that makes you feel giddy. The head wasn’t particularly large, but had a beautifully distinct mushroom shape. The slit was delectable, too. A gorgeous hole that you wanted nothing more than to tease with your tongue. And it was already leaking for you. So pearly and drippy. The length was admirable, too. It was a just perfect girth; and not too veiny. Two distinct veins ran along the underside his his length.

You couldn’t take it anymore. You had to have it, to taste it. But before you could swallow him up, he yanked on your makeshift leash and tugged you away from his erection.

“Not today.”

“But—”

“This is business, not pleasure, remember?” he reminded you. You nodded, dumbly. How could you be so stupid? It was so amusing to him. His sweet, naïve girl. “When I sit down, you’re going to sink yourself down onto me.” he instructed. You squinted at him in confusion, it seemed like an over explanatory way of saying he wanted to have sex with you.

“You want me to ride you.” It’s a statement, not a question. Because that is what it sounds like he wants, but he shakes his head. What a silly girl you are. There’s more to life than fucking.

“I just want your cunt wrapped around me.”

Your knees were either side of his thighs as your pussy enveloped his desperate, wanting cock. It shocked you that Nanami was such a gentle kisser, very sweet and tender. Even as he moved from your lips to other parts of your body, he was never rough with you. Featherlight kisses worked down to your neck, your shoulders, and eventually the soft flesh of your breasts.

This is the extent of your encounter, this is all you’d been doing with him for the last half an hour. His lips and wet tongue felt perfect around your protruding nipples; but now it was nowhere near close to enough. You were so full, full of him, and yet there was no relief. His cock head was nuzzled in snuggly against your g-spot. It would be so easy for him to fuck up into you, granting both the release you desperately craved. But he had forbade it. He stilled your attempt at riding him by digging his fingers into your hips and slamming you back down in place.

“Sit still for me sweetheart.”

“’s too hard! Too hard Nanami!”

It was embarrassing. Wriggling around in his lap like a desperate virgin. It was out of your control now. Your cunt was soaking wet because of him and he could feel the way your sopping walls clenched around him. Even he has to admit that he can barely hold himself back anymore.

“You’re never going to reach my level if you can’t endure. A little pathetic aren’t you, hm?” he taunts. It’s mean an unnecessary, but it’s all part of a larger scheme. If you feel like you’ve failed, you’ll be desperate to do it again and prove him wrong. And he can keep up this charade for as long as he can get away with.

“I- I can’t! Nanami please, I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me! I need it, need it s’bad!” you are nearly screaming as you beg and plead with him to make your dreams a reality. He hushes you as he repositions himself ever so slightly. He needs to get a more comfortable angle if he wants you to see what he’s truly capable of. Nanami kisses the shell of your ear a few times and coos. He’s going to make it better, he’s going to make you feel better.

“So obedient for me angel, aren’t you?” he whispers to you, bouncing you lightly on the length of his cock. It’s not enough, you know it and he knows it. He’s just getting started. He picks up the pace as he aligns his mouth to whisper into your ear once again. “You’re such a good girl when you’re begging for cock.” the vibrations of his voice traverse directly into your ear canal and make you shudder. He grunts harshly as his whispering results in your cunt clamping him in a vice grip once again.

“Wanna be a good girl… Wanna be a good sorcerer!” you explain. He shushes you again and praises you for your determination. His thumbs are put to use when tears spill from your eyes; the pleasure of his cock finally pleasing you feeling so heavenly and so intense all in one.

“Good girls… Good sorcerers can endure their training. Good girls aren’t desperate to get fucked by their superiors.” he hums. He does feel a little guilty. He’s chastising you for no good reason, after all. He wanted this just as much as you did – if not more so, in fact. But the way you sniffle at his words dashes any guilt he felt. You really are a good girl.

“’m sorry N-Nanami. I’ll do- I’ll do better n-next time! Promise!” you stutter, hoping to get your point across. You know you’re understood when his index finger and thumb find your chin, tilting your face to his. His lips meet yours in another sweet, delicate kiss.

“Ah, yes.” he begins, “Clever girl. Next time.”

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p-antomime · 2 years

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pin-up doll.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,6K.

𖦹 content: dom!haruchiyo, oral sex (f! receiving), baby trapping, scratching, breeding kink, manipulation, praise + worship, nicknames, pain play, mention of lactation kink, slight degradation, mention of daddy kink, edging, orgasm control, mating press, unprotected sex.

𖦹 pairings: bf!sanzu haruchiyo x fem!reader.

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— Look, look! Haruchiyo! — You came running into the apartment with something in hands and Sanzu raised his eyes from the table where he was arranging cutlery and plates to organize the dinner he had ordered to be delivered, as soon as his head appeared at the end of the apartment hallway and you could see where your boyfriend was, your feet ran in that same direction. — Look! — Your hands lifted something shiny in his direction and instinctively his head tried to move away so that eyes could focus properly on what was being shown. — Remember the job interview? That one from last week? — Your boyfriend looked wide-eyed and nodded in agreement, opening his arms toward you to take you in a welcome hug. — I did it! Damn it, I did it! Finally!

Oh, he knew you had been looking for a job for so long. So long that Sanzu even helped you send a lot of curriculums by e-mail and spent sleepless nights stroking you while your fingers were busy tiring from scheduling job interviews from south to north Tokyo.

— I can't believe it, sweetie! Really? — He opened a satisfied smile as you jumped into his arms and completed the hug. — Oh, fuck, I should have bought us something better for dinner tonight, we could have gone out to eat at some restaurant in Roppongi Hills and... — You interrupted him and denied it with the head.

— What? No! No... I wanted to celebrate with just you, anything is good to eat when it's just the two of us having dinner together. — You leaned in to place a kiss on his lips and felt Haruchiyo's hands caress your back and hips before moving up your arms and placing one on either side of your face to hold you in place.

— You deserve this and much more, y'know that, don't you? If I could... I'd stop all of Tokyo for every achievement of yours, that's what my girl deserves. — And then he gave your cheeks a gentle squeeze before opening a wide smile. — At the weekend I'll talk to the guys about closing a club in Shinjuku to celebrate, what d'you think? — Your head nodded happily.

— On Saturday? — You asked, stepping aside to let the bag you were holding on one of the chairs and Haruchiyo nodded before returning to handing out food to the two plates. — Oh, right, Saturday is great! I think I'd be too tired on Sunday night if we went to a club 'cause my work starts next Monday and...

And then Sanzu's ears muffled any and all sound around him.

What? Monday? It was too early! Too sudden!

You were going to start work that early? But he didn't even know the company that hired you properly, he didn't even know the work team that you would be part of! How could you accept a job so suddenly?

His mind began to replay your line over and over again, as if replaying a disgusting truth with increasing disgust turned it into an acceptable lie.

Next Monday.

— What? — Haruchiyo asked, turning to your side and winking a few brief times as if he didn't understand what you had been saying until then and you looked at him with confusion before sitting down at the table waiting for your boyfriend to finish putting the food on the plates. — Repeat what you said.

— Which... which part...? — You frowned watching his pupil dilate and fingers drum against the handle on his fork.

— The part about when your work begins.

— Next... next Monday. — You replied, swallowing hard as you watched him slowly slide the plate in front of you.

— And you will agree to go already on Monday? — Sanzu let his head fall to the side, analyzing your expression still dominated with confusion.

— Yes...? — Your hand took the plate and another fork and knife to start eating while your boyfriend sat down in front of you with a thoughtful countenance.

— Got it. — That was the only thing he said before he lifted the corners of his lips in a falsely kind and cordial, almost cheerful smile. — It's going to be so good, I'm so looking forward to hearing you talk about your day at work.

— I know, right?! — You smiled good-naturedly and Sanzu began to slowly eat his food while the cogs in his brain turned incessantly.

If you knew what he was thinking, maybe your good mood would suddenly vanish.

Haruchiyo was thinking about how your new job would occupy you and take away all your attention that should have been on him, on your future husband.

The vague possibility of coming home and not having you there to hug and kiss him the very moment his feet stepped through the front door of the apartment irritated him to the point where he almost felt like making you give up that job offer he had accepted.

He wanted you as his pin-up doll, his perfect future wifey project. And for that, it was necessary and extremely necessary that you be ready at any time of the day to satisfy any whim Sanzu might have.

It wasn't fair for any job to try to steal your time from him.

It wasn't as if Haruchiyo was asking you to give up the job, even though that was exactly what he was after.

During the entire dinner, he was silent and you thought that your boyfriend was intently listening to you. And his ears indeed were, but his brain was not. It was busy thinking about how to get you to spend more time at home.

Was it too much to ask to want your own girlfriend home?

And Haruchiyo kept thinking about this while you showered and he waited for you leaning over the bed with his face to the ceiling.

Your cell phone on the bedside table rang and the sound that burst through the room made he lean on elbows to look for where the faint noise was coming from.

His eyes hovered over your phone, yes, but they also hovered over the drawer in the closet where his underwears and the condoms you usually instructed him to use during any kind of sexual intercourse usually were.

A treacherous smile appeared on his lips, eyes fixed on that drawer and an evil thought resounding in Sanzu's mind.

He wouldn't need to coerce you to stay home and not go to work if there was something physically preventing you from that. Although Haruchiyo would never lay a finger on you as domestic violence, he would not give up silently doing underhanded actions to achieve his main goal.

The two of you had previously talked about pregnancy and starting a family and the final verdict was that there would only be a pregnancy being planned when you manage to stabilize yourself in a new job, so there would be absolute certainty that the child of the two of you would not experience problems concerning the financial aspect. But suddenly Haruchiyo was tempted to become a father.

And who were you to deny a child to your boyfriend who loves you so much? Who would do anything for you? Who was doing everything for you?

When you came out of the bathroom, Sanzu turned his attention to your terry towel-covered silhouette, specifically to your tits.

He rested face on his hand and continued to watch your movements as you went to the closet, dried your body and then looked for a pair of pajamas to start getting dressed. His mind could even imagine how swollen and sensitive your breasts would be and how easy it would be to put the mouth around them and suck on them with the excuse of trying to help you relieve the tension and pain of producing milk.

— What...? — You asked him looking over your shoulder, feeling suddenly embarrassed that your boyfriend was looking at you too much and he slowly lifted his gaze from your tits to face.

— Are you getting nervous? — Haruchiyo let out a soft laugh and you shrugged the shoulders. — I was just thinking about... a few things.

— A coin for your thoughts. — You answered after you finished dressing and walked over to the bed to lie down beside him.

— One coin is not enough, I'll need more than that. — Sanzu answered by wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you against him before placing a kiss on one of your shoulders. — Next Monday, right? — You nodded. — Then I think you'd better get some rest, 'cause it would suck if you got too tired to do your work for the day. — He reached up to take the comforter and pull it over your body without covering his and you looked at him with a question mark across the face. — Go to sleep, I'm gonna finish some things Ran asked me to see before the start of next week, but I won't be long, 'kay? — His face tilted and soon you felt a tender, chaste kiss against your forehead before you turned away and got ready for bed.

Watching you crawl into bed to fall asleep, Haruchiyo leaned over the bedside table, groped its surface for your cell phone instead of his and then got up without making too much noise.

As you were already sleeping, he unlocked the smartphone whose password remained the same as it had been for so long, you didn't even care much about your boyfriend messing with it any more than he cared much about you messing with his.

His fingers searched the screen for your app that coordinated menstrual timing, ovulation and birth control use along with the probability of getting pregnant.

"Five days...", Sanzu thought impatiently as he analyzed the information presented by the app before walking to the kitchen and grabbing the medicine box where your birth control pills were also.

His next action was to dump them into the toilet bowl of the bathroom with a serene countenance.

"You're gonna be a great mother, I might even call you mommy if you like that", he thought before getting rid of the other pack of morning-after pills and going back to the bedroom, quietly opening the door and softening the force used on the soles of his feet to walk to the drawer of condoms in the closet, slowly opening it, looking over one shoulder to make sure you didn't wake up and grabbing the condoms before leaving the room to start poking through those latex rounds.

And soon after physically and mentally organizing his entire plan that wouldn't be put into effect for another five days, Haruchiyo lay down next to you on the bed, tucking himself into the comforter and pulling your body against his before leaving a kiss on your cheek and concentrating on sleeping.

Oh, his precious pin-up doll, he loved you more than it was possible to put into words and that was precisely why he was precociously fulfilling your desire to have a family. Isn't he the perfect boyfriend?

For the next four days, he treated you so well. Whatever you needed done, Haruchiyo did for or with you beforehand and it wasn't as if you thought there was anything wrong with your boyfriend's actions. He always treated you as if you were a princess, the only thing different in this period of time was the fact that he kept his hands running up and down your body.

Little squeezes on your shoulders, caresses with fingertips on sensitive points on your neck and arms, lips deliberately ghosting across your jaw with little kisses and bites. However, nothing more than that.

His fingers never slid beyond your abdomen or groin to make contact with your pussy and rub against your walls. Honestly, your mind began to think it was somehow a punishment for some hidden reason. You wanted to be touched by him, you needed it to keep the sanity in perfect condition only to be destroyed later by his skilled hands.

But the first week on the job demanded more of you than your head thought possible or was prepared for, for the first two days you came home extremely tired, and Haruchiyo's first action was to condition you to take a shower while he finished putting on dinner and then put you to bed after dinner.

So much so that today, now, was one of those days when his hands were gently massaging your shoulders, him leaning against the headboard and you against his chest with the head resting on one of his shoulders.

Your body was tense not only because of the intense beginning of the work week, but also because your boyfriend had been indirectly edging you all days without actually touching you where you needed him most and just his fingertips pressing against the tension points on your shoulders was already managing to make you horny, you felt a little pathetic and stupid when a small moan escaped your lips unintentionally with the tall man's hot breath beating against your neck.

— Haruchiyo... — You called out to him and he responded with a "Yes, kitten?" and a small whimper slid past your lips at the use of the nickname that was only used when his cock was deep inside you. — You can touch me... y'know... — Haruchiyo raised his eyebrows with a false look of confusion.

— I know? — He asked with a purr before sliding one of his hands down your bust to place one nipple between his index finger and thumb to rub it lightly and instantly your legs opened slightly. — Use your words with me, kitten. — And then you groaned in frustration.

— Can you touch me... please, touch me like you always do... — Your head lifted slightly to face him and now you could see Haruchiyo's dilated pupils. — You haven't touched me properly all week and... — Your voice died as soon as the hand that had been on your nipple slid to your crotch and into the bottom of your pajamas and panties and brushed two fingertips along your folds only to find how wet you were and he opened a wicked smile.

— Oh, you just want me to touch you with my fingers? — He asked, using his other hand to squeeze one of your thighs as he placed the tip of his middle finger over your clit to press it lightly and you instantly moaned his name softly before biting your lower lip and looking down at his hand beneath the fabrics covering your pelvis. — Without my mouth? Without my cock?

— Your mouth... please, g-gimme... — Haruchiyo hissed in your ear with lips brushing against your cheek before he pulled hand out of your panties and you aside without too much force and stood up to place his body between your legs with his palms smoothing the inside of your thighs before placing them on the waistband of the pajamas to pull them down and leave you wearing only panties and a tank top.

— Take off your panties for me, pretty thing. — He commanded, looking you straight in the eye and smiling sideways as he watched you follow his order without a second thought. — Oh, poor baby... I've edged you up a bit too much these days, haven't I? — Haruchiyo spoke up, holding your legs open with hands on your thighs and watching your leaking, completely soaked entrance. — Expose yourself to me, kitten.

And then your hands slid up crotch to open your folds for your boyfriend and give him a better, more privileged view, whereupon Sanzu grunted with his tongue past the lips and leaned down to let a long lick run from the base to the top of your intimacy; your back arched and immediately hips tried to force themselves against his face.

— Oh, and all that wetness in your cunnie for what? — He hooked lips around your clit to suck on it before he spoke again without averting his eyes from your face. — You really are a dumb lil' kitten for my dick, aren't you? Looking at me with your pretty lil' slutty face without even trying to hide that you want me to rail you all night long.

— I-I don't have... a slutt-... — Your sentence turned into long moans as Haruchiyo concentrated on definitely eating you out and making a mess between your legs.

Oh, yes, you do. The vulgar expressions of bliss you were showing Haruchiyo as soon as he started fucking you with his tongue were nothing more than worthy of a slut, and he liked it just that way.

Letting you enjoy the sensations was paramount to his soon being able to slide his cock into you without any protection whatsoever. Raw, deep, filling you to the brim was exactly what Sanzu Haruchiyo wanted.

His tongue and lips playing and stimulating your cunt combined with occasional moans vibrating against your walls were pushing you into an orgasm that you knew would drain all your strength, which wasn't much, and leave your legs wobbly enough that Haruchiyo could not only take full advantage of your wet holes, but also clearly would need to hold your body together so that your remaining balance wouldn't give way completely.

You were easily reduced to a drooling mess and now your hands had made their way from your thighs to Sanzu's pink hair as a way of trying to get him to keep eating you out for as long as possible, your breathing as fast as your boyfriend's between your legs and hips incessantly trying to force themselves against his face, but then as soon as he felt and watched you clench around nothing his face pulled away and you moaned his name in frustration with hands falling to pecs.

— Don't be so impatient, my kitten, y'know I have something better than my tongue, don't you? — Haruchiyo asked rhetorically before discarding the boxer briefs and letting his throbbing cock finally come free.

Just as his hands forced your legs open and up and his dick was flush at the leaking entrance, you understood that it was not his intention to use a condom and your hands immediately rested on his shoulders as your brain tried to formulate a coherent sentence about the lack of protection and as soon as his dilated pupils set over your all fucked up face, Sanzu opened a sideways smile leaning over and whispering.

— Don't worry, sweetie, I'll pull out. — His tip brushed against your wet folds and you held back from moaning, though your mouth was already ajar to let any kind of sound out. — You gonna love having me fuck your pretty cunnie raw, trust me. — And as soon as your hands eased the tightness in his shoulders, Haruchiyo knew he had persuaded your trust and immediately slid deep into your warm hole to give you no chance to remedy it at that point.

Fuck, your walls wrapping around his long dick. Your creamy pussy barely letting him begin to move in that mating press position, it was impossible for Haruchiyo not to let himself moan out loud every time he pulled out slowly only to invade you again with more force than before.

It had been so long since you had let him rail you without a condom that his mind had almost forgotten the feeling, and now the sensitivity of the tip of his cock even hurt. But it was such a good pain, so pleasant, and combined with the way your insides squeezed him without any kind of pity or hesitation made him forget any self-control and soon his hips were slamming against yours in a ferocious pace.

The headboard of the bed banging against the wall and the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room as if all the humanity inside you two had disappeared and the only thing left behind were the primal, carnal pleasure-seeking instincts.

At one point, you simply forgot that Sanzu had no condom covering his cock. It felt so good to feel him completely, with the tip kissing your cervix and making a sharp pain mingle with your intense pleasure.

Your tits rising and falling rapidly as Haruchiyo's movements were repeated, head dropped back and giving him the perfect space to hook his lips around your neck to leave bite marks there, pussy milking his shaft without caring about the consequences, eyes occasionally rolling up as you heard him whisper "My kitten" and how beautiful all fucked up for him you looked close to your ear again and again breathlessly.

And even when his dick twitched against you again and again indicating impending ejaculation you didn't even really paid attention.

Haruchiyo was fucking you dumb, railing you until you were braindead.

— Yes, fuck! Lemme fill your creamy cunnie, yes, f-fuck, lemme impregnate you like a breeding slut! — He groaned, thrusting deep inside your pussy and shooting his fertile seed straight into your womb, your walls clenching against his cock and you surrendering to your own heady orgasm.

Your nails dug into his back and the only thing running through your mind at that moment was your boyfriend's name. How he was so nice, so attentive to you, how he made you feel so good, how he fucked you so well. Especially when Sanzu gave a few more short, erratic thrusts just to make sure that not a drop of his cum was wasted and then leaned in to kiss you before slowly pulling his dick out of your cunt.

Maybe you should start calling him daddy now that he had fucked a baby into you.

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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thinkin’ about step brother eren n his good friend armin.

tw: stepcest, exhibitionism, jealousy, manipulative armin, slight angst for eren, manipulation, phone sex

wc: 832

thinkin’ about big brother eren who wants his step sister so bad. thinks she’s so pretty in her pajamas n the little skirts she wears around the house.

eren regularly invites his friends over just so he has an excuse to watch you in the kitchen, reaching up to grab a glass off the top shelf, shorts creeping between your ass cheeks. he can’t help himself from looking, you’re so fucking cute.

n armin, sweet armin who sees the way his friend looks at you. he notices the way he drools over you, the way he has to adjust his pants after you give him a hug and kiss goodnight. poor thing.

at first, armin swears that it was just to help a friend out. he gets close to you, makes an effort to talk to you and get to know the pretty girl who prances around the house he hangs out at. he’s a senior in college n helps you study for your first few college exams. he swears he didn’t mean for it to happen.

but you are just... so pretty. armin finds himself staring at your lips, at your thighs when you sit next to your brother on the couch and ask him how his classes went. and he swears that you weren’t wearing panties under those pretty tennis skirts, and definity not under leggings because he could see your skin through them. n armin finds himself wanting you.

he finds himself thinking about you when his long, pretty dick is fisted in his hand. but he knows eren wants you so bad. armin knows that his best friend is absolutely infatuated with you, and who can blame him. you’re absolutely sinful. he knows eren would lose his mind if he ever found out that his best friend was fucking his beloved step sister. but that was part of the fun for armin, wasn’t it.

he’s never been the straight forward type. why should he have to start now?

armin can’t find it in himself to regret it when he’s got you spread out on the kitchen counter, watching the way your shiny lips fall into a cute little o shape as he fucks you into the granite while eren runs out for drinks. armin asked him to go. said he’d talk to you about him, try and find out how you feel about your big brother.

it’s not his fault that he could see the slick collecting between your legs under your skirt as he spoke to you. such easy access n such a pretty girl. any guy would do it.

what's better though is eren’s expression as you walked past him to your room once he got back, face hot and knees shaking, not even taking the juice he’d bought you. armin says that you just got a bit nervous, that you like eren that much. but eren suspects something might be up when he hears you talking low into the phone at night, little whimpers escaping your lips as you stuff your cunt to someone on the other line.

eren thinks about who you might be talking to while he’s got his ear pressed up against your shared wall, palming himself through his boxers to the sound of your moans. never thought it would be armin.

not till he walks into the house, home early from his final quarter as a college senior, and hears your pretty cries coming from your room. he’d left early, too excited to see you. armin says you like him, why not spend the most time he can with you.

he finds you in your room, legs hiked up to your chest with his pretty blonde best friend fucking you. eren could hear your sweet voice from over his shoulder, whining. he wasn’t even sure what he was seeing until you whined out his name “armin” and then again when your eyes met over his shoulder “armin.”

and eren is fucking fuming. how dare armin. you’re only a freshman in college, armin is a senior. he’s taking advantage of his sweet little sister. it’s sick of him. eren starts shouting as armin pulls out of your dripping cut with a wet sound that you swear could shatter glass.

god, he sees white and armin feels his chest swell because even through all of this, your cunt is still pulsing and fluttering for him. christ, he could finish and fuck you into this mattress right in front of eren just to prove a point. he wants you that badly. still, eren kicks him out, tells him never to come back into his house. calls him a pervert for going after his little sister.

eren is clenching his fists, watching you put on your clothes through weak sniffles. n armin, as he’s leaving– face flushed with sex and smelling like your perfume– tilts his head with a wicked smile n mutters “always thought it was weird you wanted to fuck your stepsister. creep.”

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athousandtinystars · 3 years

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡covetous ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+

summary: you ask zhongli for something, unaware that he’s in one of his possessive moods

word count: ~2280

a/n: i may have gotten a touch carried away. i apologise for any errors, i tried to go through and edit but my eyes are unhappy with me for staring at small text for so long

nsfw content under the cut | 18+ | minors dni

you’re cuddled up against zhongli, warm and safe in his embrace under soft, fluffy blankets. the two of you are in innocent positions and yet you can’t help but let your mind wander to the night you shared with both childe and your lover, the two contrasting forces of them working together surprisingly well. they had nearly been competing, not that you would expect anything less of childe. you press your thighs together at the thought of that thing he did with his tongue that left your head spinning like a top.

zhongli takes notice of you fidgeting in his arms and he smooths his hand over your hair lovingly. “is something the matter, treasure?” your heart flutters at the endearment and you shake your head, burying it into his neck and leaving a sweet kiss against his throat.

“i was just thinking.. how..?” you sigh. is there a right way to ask what you want to ask? he hums, an encouragement to continue. you shift anxiously in place, trying to find the words. you knew he could be possessive sometimes, but he had seemed to enjoy himself that night. well, there’s no way to know without asking. “how would you feel about inviting childe to join us in bed again sometime?”

he tenses and tightens his hold around you, burying his face into your hair. a noise leaves him, low and rumbling from deep within his chest. was- was that a growl?

“why?”

“i just thou-”

“is one cock not enough for you?” his voice comes out low and almost threatening, you swear you can feel it reverberate down to your bones. you- he- what? what? you’re sent reeling, trying desperately to find words that do not come to you.

“have you nothing to say for yourself?” he pulls just far enough away to look into your eyes. after a few moments of you not saying anything, he continues, “so be it, you will take both of mine if that is what you wish.”

you will take both of mine if that is what you wish.

you’re stunned, all you can do is nod in agreement. your head is nothing but an empty fog, and looking into his eyes, you notice that the normally warm honey color is a dangerous chilly amber.

“i require your verbal agreement, a nod is hardly binding.” he searches your lust-hazed eyes with unblinking scrutiny. he does not move as he awaits your response. he has always had this effect on you, you realize. his mood often influences yours, you can’t help but wonder just how aware he is of that ability.

“yes." it comes out as nothing more than an exhale from you, but it meets his requirement. he positions himself above you, pushing sheets and blankets out of the way. he’s on his knees, sat between your now-bent legs with you lying on your back. he removes his loungewear piece by piece and then-

and then his appearance changes.

four gracefully curved horns protrude from his head. much of his skin shifts into scales, most notably the brown ones that cover his arms and fade to the warm yellow of his hands. they match his horns, you notice. beautiful golden trails dance up his arms in pretty patterns and the few scales that litter his torso match his skin tone and appear softer to the touch. more of the brown scales that remind you of the color of freshly-tilled soil decorate his hip bones and trail downwards and out of your sight. he's so, so much larger, towering over you. you can’t suppress it, you shiver with anticipation. if the rest of him is that large, then- you look at him wide-eyed and shift your hips. he lets out a dark chuckle.

"already so eager? ah but of course, you're rather hungry tonight. aren't you, dearest?" he punctuates the last sentence with a slow grind against you and you mewl. from what you can feel, he's huge. and what was that he said about taking 'both of his'? with his proximity, you’re unable to truly see what awaits you.

everything about him seems to have changed with his appearance, his size, his attitude, his scent, his aura. he still smells of incense and warmth, coffee and spices, cedar and sandalwood, but the normal undertone of caramelized sugar and vanilla sweetness is laced with a deeper musky, earthy, aroma. he’s absolutely intoxicating, drawing you hopelessly out to sea and left to drown in everything that is distinctly him, but also something entirely new to you.

his aura is not just divine, godly, but also something else infinitely intense and overpowering. you feel yourself involuntarily shrink into the covers under his stare. you recall briefly that he has been known to take the form of a dragon, and what is a mortal to a dragon? ‘no more than food’ your consciousness supplies you.

he lets out a low chuckle, “not just yet, little one. i’d much rather devour you in other ways. i have yet to eat anyone in anything other than an.. intimate setting thus far, fear not.”

he- did you say that aloud? you aren’t given much chance to ponder before he begins disrobing you. he runs sharpened claws over your skin delicately, never once breaking skin. he takes his time until you're completely nude before him and he licks his lips- his tongue? did you see that correctly?

“stunning as ever, i will never grow tired of seeing you below me.”

something brushes against your bare leg and you look to see... is that a tail?

“yes, beloved.” this time you know you had not spoken aloud. were you really that easy to read? or was he looking into your mind?

“there is much work ahead of us to prepare you before we can begin. if i were to try to enter you now, i’m afraid you would not enjoy any sort of pleasure.” your eyes widen at this. what exactly had you agreed to? “shall we?”

“i...” suddenly you’re unsure, the lustful veil over your mind lifting briefly enough for you to consider your circumstances.

“would it be of comfort to you to see them?” them? he rises up on his knees and you finally get to see what it is that sits heavily between his scaled thighs. two large, subtly ridged cocks stand proudly, stacked atop each other and already weeping. strings of viscid precum hang and drip along them. they match his arms in color and pattern ‘and damn near size’ your mind adds. you swallow thickly.

“i-i don’t think that…”

“do not fret, i will ensure that you savor this. may i?” you nod shakily, but he only quirks an eyebrow. you remember his earlier words and answer in a voice so small it doesn’t even sound like yours.

“yes.”

after what feels like (and could very well have been) hours of fingering and stretching as well as teasing multiple mind-shattering orgasms out of you with his bifurcated tongue and rough-textured fingers, he deems you prepared enough. he wraps a large hand firmly around your throat and holds you down against the mattress, there's nowhere for you to go now. you know if you truly wanted him to, he would stop, but stopping was far from what you wanted at this point.

you wiggle your hips impatiently and whimper under him as he readies himself, both cocks aligned. you let out a low whine as he presses the two of them against your hole.

"hush now, you can take two." he pushes in slowly, settling himself deep as your body pulls him in, sinking home with relative ease. you fist the sheets under you with your face twisting in ecstasy.

"greedy little thing." you quiver at the tone of his voice.

you're grateful for the extra time spent prepping your body to take him. the stretch is immense and like nothing you've felt before, but not unpleasant. in your previous escapade with him and childe, zhongli hadn't allowed the auburn-haired man to take anything more than your mouth, laying his claim to the rest of you.

he does not give you much time to adapt to the feeling of being stuffed full by not just one well-endowed cock, but two, in the same hole; he sets a languid pace, rolling his hips with each thrust, searching for your sweet spot. he observes your every twitch, every spasm, every whine and cry, with rapt attention. he drinks in your expression with eyes that glow gold in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

"you're so hungry for cock, perhaps i should put you on a leash and parade you naked through the streets of liyue for anyone to have their way with, hm?" to your shame, a wave of arousal courses through you and has you clenching hard around him. "oh, so you would enjoy that? you would enjoy being bent over every railing in town for strangers to fill?"

tears stream freely down your face from the pleasure and you shake your head frantically, trying to tell him that no, no you don't want that but the words won't come out. he raises his eyebrows, face twisting into a mix of condescension and incredulity. it’s so hard to think, so hard to do anything but lay back and take it and feel. the foreplay left you needy and wanting more, nerves alight with every drag of him inside you. you’re acutely aware of the throbbing in your throat under his grip, restricting your breathing just enough to leave you fuzzy when each one of his thrusts threatens to punch the air from your lungs.

"no? really? don't lie, treasure. you do know how much i despise liars. go on then, speak up. plead your case." he does not falter in his slow-rolling pace, ever the model of self-control. you whimper, a wordless plea for him to pardon you.

a plea that is answered when he sighs and presses your legs to the bed on either side of you to fold you neatly in half, your legs slung over his shoulders. it changes the angle he's thrusting into you at. he earns a broken sob from you with a single sharp thrust that hits so sweetly where you need it most and he sets an inhuman pace. His forked tongue licks at your wet cheeks.

"always so delicious for me. you're exquisite when you cry, darling. i suppose i'll forgive you this once, it is unfair of me to expect you to reason with me when you're like this." he presses a hand to your stomach to feel the bulge of his cocks beneath the tissue.

your hands scrabble for purchase on his back, nails raking over the hardened scales on his shoulder blades for mere seconds before the pressure on your throat is relieved in favor of pinning your hands above your head. you’re completely and utterly helpless and at his mercy. he leans down to kiss you, long and hard and deep. he devours it all, your moans, your cries, and every whimper. when he finally pulls away, you’re left feeling more breathless than when he was damn near smothering you.

the heat in your body is beyond overwhelming, you feel like you’re being cooked alive in your own skin. tension flares in your lower body, the very fibers of your being thrumming with energy. the sensation borders on pain, but you don’t want to fall over the edge just yet. you want to savor this, just as he said.

“let go.”

he pulls your release out of you, the intensity of it causing you to feel like you're floating outside of your body. it's all-consuming and euphoric, electricity coursing through you in waves under your skin. you come crashing back into yourself when he bites hard into your shoulder and breaks skin. he laves the wound with his tongue and plants soft kisses to the area around it.

"mine." he growls against your neck as he continues rutting into of you, overstimulation leaving you almost numb in the aftershock of your end. any strength you might’ve had left is long gone, rendering you boneless under him to do with as he pleases.

it is only a few more thrusts before he gives in to his impending orgasm and pours his cum into your worn body. there’s so much of it that it flows out of your hole around his cocks and onto the bed beneath you. the bulge already present from his cocks has increased noticeably from the sheer volume of his essence inside of you.

he sits up to let go of your arms and legs and lays you flat on the bed. your spine sings its thanks, warmth spreading through it when it is no longer being held in such an uncomfortable position. you hadn’t even felt the discomfort throughout the.. experience, too fucked out to notice. he brings his lips to yours for a tender kiss, delicate and loving.

you jerk and gasp against his mouth when he pulls out, cum flooding out of you. you have only a short reprieve before he pulls away to hoist your legs over his shoulders and pin your hips to the mattress firmly to prevent you from moving. he bends lazily to lick at the cum pooling out of you.

“we shan’t let much of this go to waste, dearest.” he slurps hungrily at your gaped hole. all you can do is grasp desperately at his horns while he moans his approval into you.

“lest you forget who you belong to.”

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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All The Ways Life Can Test You

Day Fourteen: Chikan | 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Kento Nanami x f!Reader Genre: Smut Notes: Nanami would NEVER… but he can’t help himself 😓 Warnings: 18+, noncon, chikan, exhibitionism??, manipulation, pussy job, "just the tip", vaginal penetration, praise, creampie. Words: 1.5k

Nanami can’t stand public transport, particularly the subway. Although there are benefits, like you, for example. Your type. What is your type? Pretty. Young. A sweet face and a face filled with wanderlust. You’re hoping for better. Dreaming of better. You don’t like the subway either, do you? No. He can tell. How? All of the stress your carrying, of course. But you’re unaware that it’s more than that. Much more than that.

How long have you had that cursed spirit latched around your waist and lower back?

Part of him wants to leave you to deal with the pesky curse for the rest of your life. The way you’re bending, arching, holding your lower back. You’re doing anything to alleviate the pressure you’re feeling. Aren’t you? Poor, poor doll. He wonders where you picked up a nasty thing like that. You look like a good girl. He imagines you to be the type to be in higher education. University. Whether it be of your own accord or the insistence of your parents. But you’d never decline their wishes, would you? Nanami can see it. He can see it in the glimmer of your sticky, sweet, lip gloss. You’re a good girl.

He feels sorry for you. You’re desperate to sit down, but there isn’t a single seat free in the carriage you’re riding. Nanami sits, of course, with a news paper in his hands. A leg is crossed over one knee, and he peers over the top of the black and white printed paper like a letch. Should he help you? Will he help you? He’s a good man, and you’re a good girl. Again, he is a good man. He should help you. He has the power to dispel such a pathetic, weak levelled curse. Your back pain and abdominal cramps will be a thing of the past. And you’ll be so grateful to him, won’t you?

He recalls the last time he helped someone like this. He had no intention to do so, she wasn’t his type. But he did, anyway. And although it wasn’t for selfish desires – like this would be – it gave him a sense of self, a sense of pride, when the woman at the bakery was so thankful to him. He realised that thanks were enough, for some people. But it wouldn’t be enough from you. Would you give him a little extra thanks? Or would he have to take it by force?

Nanami stands to his feet. Instantaneously, his seat is stolen. He doesn’t mind. It isn’t much further to his stop.

He hopes the same is true for you.

You’re alarmed when you feel the taps of two strong fingers on your shoulder. You pause the alt-rock music playing on your phone, and turn your head upwards to see the assailant. He’s handsome, you think, albeit a little out of your age range. He looks like he could be a professor at your university. He’d teach something like English, you suspect. You wince in pain as you say hello. Tilting your neck from side to side and holding your lower back once again. It never works, but you hope it will trick your body and mind into thinking it’s helping.

“You look like you’re in pain.” Nanami tells you. You nod, agreeing with him. You are. You’ve been dealing with this pain for around three months now. The doctors gave you pain killers but they did no good. They suggest different stretches you can try, and still, it’s all useless. You fear you’ll be subjected to this pain for the rest of your days. “May I try something? Turn around.”

You aren’t normally one to do as a stranger tells you. But at this point, you’re willing to try anything. You slowly turn around. An elderly woman stares on at you, it’s a look of odd disapproval. She doesn’t know you. And you don’t know her. All you’re doing is turning around. What is her problem?

You don’t catch what the man actually does. But within seconds, he’s asking if you feel better. You wriggle and wrench your body in different ways. Holy fuck. You do. You actually do feel better! You aren’t sure what the hell he did, but you’ve never been so grateful in your life. You attempt to turn and face him, to thank him. But his hands grip into your waist; finger tips bruising into your skin brutally. He tells you that thanks won’t be necessary. He knows what he wants.

You’re frozen. Humiliated. The carriage is rammed and it’s impossible for anyone to clock what’s going on unless you scream, unless you beg and plead for help. You doubt anyone is going to look down to your hips and see that you’re being assaulted, directly in the eye of the public.

He wraps an arm around your torso; a skilful move, he’s holding you in place while he uses his free hand to free his cock from his smart, beige work pants. You weep when you feel his thick cock glide over your clothed folds. It’s demeaning. The way he nudges your lips open slightly each time he ruts his cock against you. He grins when he feels your wetness seep through your panties.

“This is much better than a thank you.”

Nanami slides your cotton panties to the side, eyes rolling back as he coats his member in your dripping slick. His hands are back to anchoring your waist, keeping you securely in place while uses you to give himself a pussy job. How could your body betray you like this? How disgusting could your anatomy be to self-lubricate at a time like this? Your eyes cross when his tip pokes at your throbbing clit. A moan gets stuck in your throat. When the blur leaves your vision – you notice she’s still staring at you. When your eyes find hers, the old woman quickly looks away. She knew this was going to happen. They must have the same commute. He must do this to other girls all of the time.

You feel your legs shake and your throat close. You’re trembling all over. It’s hard, but you’re forbidding yourself to cum. Fuck. You could have prevented this. Why did you have to wear a fucking skirt? Why didn’t you just get an uber across town? You yelp a little, but not loudly enough to draw attention, when he forces your body plush against his.

“I want to be in you… Just the tip, I promise… You don’t mind, do you?” he questions.

But before you can object, he’s already prodding the tip around your entrance. You shake your head, you cry. But you don’t speak – you can’t. The tip slides in, and your eyes roll over white. He stays like that while he masturbates himself. Does he really just want to empty his load inside of you? But of course, he soon gets tired of that. And it turns out, he’s a liar, as most men are. It’s not just the tip. It never is.

His hips rut, slow lazy strokes kiss your cervix. He’s grunting quietly in your ear. ‘You’re so good’ he tells you, ‘such a tight cunt’ is another. He’s moaning, still quiet enough to not draw attention. Although you are still crying and whimpering, you don’t make anything that could be considered close to a sound. But he’s getting faster, and faster, and you know he’s about to spill himself inside of you. At least you’re on the pill.

“You must be so grateful to me,” he huffs, “letting me use your pussy like this. I love generous women like you.”

And you are, letting him. Your knees buckle as you cum pathetically around him. He’s just as appreciative as you are that you aren’t causing a scene or making a boisterous amount of noise. It’s simple, silent. He floods your insides soon after. It must have been a while for him, because it really is a flood. You don’t think you’ve ever been this stuffed full of cum, ever.

He quickly pulls out, tucking himself back into his trousers. He discretely grabs the pillowy flesh of your ass cheeks and pulls them apart. Your pussy lips spread open, too. You’re mortified as his semen barrels down the inside of your thighs. There’s nothing in your backpack that you can use to clean it up. It’s just your stupid books for class and your laptop. Nanami is enamoured by the way his pearly white milk dribbles down your legs. He delights at your shuffles and squirming in discomfort. It’s only forcing more of him out of you.

He does you a kindness and returns your panties back to their rightful place. No more of his cum can drool out of you, but now your cotton underwear is webbed and sticky with the blonde man’s children. The train comes to a stop, and Nanami shuffles out away from you. Before he departs, he looks over his shoulder at you.

“If you ever find yourself in pain, again, stop by Jujutsu Tech.”

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p-antomime · 2 years

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I see.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. | wc: 3,8K.

𖦹 content: faux sympathy dom!ran, hard dom!rindou, incest, oral (f! receiving), dub-con, slight manipulation by ran, hair pulling, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mfm, overstimulation, breeding kink, degradation, choking, handjob, face fucking, face sitting, nicknames, dark content.

𖦹 pairings: haitani ran x sister!f!reader x haitani rindō. | 𖥻 harry potter au!

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ㅤ𔘓 ─ tagging: @manjiken.

ㅤ𔘓 ─ ##. Glossary!

¹ = Diagonal Alley was a cobblestoned wizarding alley and shopping area located behind a pub called the Leaky Cauldron and inside the alley was an assortment of restaurants, shops and other sights.

² = Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, in the Harry Potter franchise, was a clothing store on the North Side, Diagonal Alley.

³ = Apparition was a magical form of transportation, in which the user travelled instantly from one location to another.

and that's it in the glossary! thanks in advance for reading and, please, enjoy! <3

Running out of time. Running out of time. They were running out of time. Unbeknownst to her, yet.

It was a matter of necessity, but ironically they both seemed very comfortable with the idea, glancing at each other now and then as they walked down Diagonal Alley¹ a few steps behind Y/N carrying the bags of everything she had bought. She seemed elated, excited at the idea of being out with her two older brothers after a long time of mourning the death of their parents.

Ran was specifically too quiet, and you had not even noticed this out of sheer distraction, but Rindou knew the reason for such silence. Ran hadn't even complained about you spending more than you should at Madame Malkin²'s clothing store, he was playing the theatrical role of the caring and kind older brother that you needed to have in order to feel safe and comfortable.

— Still thinking about that? — Rindou asked in a low voice as he watched you walk into an ice cream parlor and your actions through its clear windows.

— There's no way not to think about it. — Ran answered, looking at his younger brother out of the corner of the eye.

— Do you want to give up now? — Ran's eyebrows rose at the question and a small laugh escaped his lips.

— It would be easier for you to give up than for me, in the end it was me who had the idea to do everything. — Ran passes his tongue over lips before nodding. — And besides, who better than her? Nothing fairer than to keep the family line pure, even after the death of our parents. She's our little sister who would do anything for us, right? We are just putting the good and the fair together to make her the woman who will carry our heirs. — Ran brought his eyes to your carefree silhouette that was now taking a small ice cream from the hands of a Florean Fortescue employee.

— Do you think she will refuse? — Rindou asked with his hands clasping the bags you had given him and his older brother to hold with a shy smile many minutes before.

— Oh, no. — Ran denied with his head to give more emphasis and conviction to what he was saying. — She just needs to be stroked a little, she loves us too much to deny something so... important for our family's legacy.

And then the two of them saw you approaching again, eating an ice cream in a pink jar, and the conversation died down until you stood in front of them and offered some of the food to Rindou, who denied with a nod, and Ran, who opened his mouth to let you put the spoonful of candy inside it.

— Had enough, princess? — Rindou asked, walking side by side with you, who stood between the two brothers as the three of you started walking again through the streets of Diagonal Alley and your head moved slowly in a positive way because your mouth was full of ice cream.

— Ah! My feet are starting to hurt, we walked too much today. — You replied with a frown as soon as the sensitive part of your teeth accidentally brushed against the little bit of ice cream left in your mouth before you swallowed it. — Can we go back home?

— Sure, sweetie. — Ran nodded his head in agreement.

Seconds later, right there in the middle of the street, an arm from each of your brothers put itself on your shoulders, as if they were about to hug you and smother you between their arms, and you felt that feeling. The Apparition³. It was as if your body was pressed in all directions, ears went deaf for a brief moment, and everything around you went completely pitch black. Ironically the sensation physically only lasted a fraction of a second, but the psychological one of breathlessness seemed to extend much longer than that, so much so that when you opened your eyes and felt the carpet of the Haitani family home beneath your feet a small sigh of relief escaped your lips. The three of you had teleported home from Diagonal Alley, it was the easiest method of getting around; and even after having done it dozens of times when your parents were still alive, the feeling of claustrophobia still lingered in your core.

— Thank you, Ran. — You spoke, trying to open a warm smile for your older brother, and he leaned over until one cheek was the same height as your lips, which eventually left a tender kiss there.

— Go take a shower and Rin and I will put your things away, 'kay? — Your head nodded and soon feet were running through the huge house to your bedroom.

As your naked body stepped under the shower and the water slowly ran down your body, your hands began to focus on soaping and rinsing every inch of skin they could find, and long minutes later you were walking out of your bedroom bathroom completely drenched with droplets of water running down your hair, your shoulders, your legs; a towel around your silhouette and comfortable slippers on your feet. And then your eyes lifted to see a tall, slender figure with purple hair and locks that you knew very well, but even then you were a little startled that there was someone in your room, although Rindou was no stranger, and a palm fell over your breasts to calm your pounding heart.

— R-Rin, my god... — You sighed looking fixedly at him sitting on the edge of your bed. — Don't scare me like that.

Hearing heavy footsteps in the hallway leading to your room and the others in the house, you soon saw Ran enter the bedroom as well and look from Rindou to you before sliding his gaze down your body covered only by a terry towel. Before the older Haitani sat down on the bed as well, you noticed the younger one calmly passing his own wand between fingers and an aura of tension settled heavily in the room.

— There's something we'd like to talk to you about, sweetie. — Ran began to speak and your eyes blinked slightly a few times.

— You seem... strange today. — You mumbled with one hand going to smooth the towel around your body.

— Come here, Y/N. — Rindou called to you, moving his wand back and forth in front of his chest, and almost as if you were under the effect of hypnosis your feet brought you in front of the sitting body of your older brother. — You would do anything for our family? — Your eyebrows rose in confusion. — For us? For me and Ran? — Your head dropped to the side with eyes fixed on those of the younger Haitani.

— Yes...? — You frowned as you felt an arm that was not Rindou's pass around your waist and Ran's soft chest rest against your back, at what point had he gotten up and stood behind you? Your mind did not register that moment, your attention was focused completely on the younger brother until then. The older man's warm breath beat against your neck and your legs immediately tried to close, being prevented by one of Rindou's knees, a shiver slowly running down your back. — What... why are you asking me this? Is it because of Mom and Dad?

— No, little sister. — Ran answered with fingers sliding down your arms until they reached your shoulders, where he left a light squeeze and different than expected, your body tensed even more, you were feeling the need to press your thighs together to relieve your own growing tension. — It's because we need an heir. — One of his hands slid down your bust, down the middle of your covered breasts and abdomen to the height of your crotch and spread it still on the terry cloth. — Don't you want to help us? Help yours big brothers?

— How... — Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your legs begin to tremble slightly, an uncomfortable but familiar knot slowly settling in the pit of your stomach. — ...Can I help you, R-Ran?

Rindou used the tip of his wand to undo the knot on one edge of the towel over your body that was still covering your privates parts and when that piece started to slide down your silhouette, your arms desperately tried to stop it from leaving your breasts and pussy exposed and Ran held them until the towel fell over the younger Haitani's lap. Shame burning inside your core, it had been years since the two of them had seen you without clothes, without anything covering your most forbidden parts to be accessed, and yet Rindou swung his knee between your legs to open them a little more with his eyes exploring your body calmly.

— Let us take care of you, ‘kay? — You looked over your shoulder at Ran with shame still simmering and burning all over your face as the tip of your younger brother's wand slid down your torso to stop just below your navel. — If you want to help your big brothers so badly, you shouldn't be so tense; we're not going to do anything you don't want to, little sister. — His tone of voice lowered considerably and your breathing quickened as soon as your mind understood how wet your pussy was getting.

— R-Ran... — You moaned his name as soon as his hands came down on your breasts and squeezed them without much force, as a restrained caress just to see how you reacted. — You, you two shouldn't... — Rindou slid the tip of his wand across your crotch and brushed it along the sensitive inner part of your thighs, you tried to close them and couldn't stop your head from falling back to rest against the older Haitani's shoulder behind you, your body wanted one thing and your mind knew it was wrong. If it was so wrong, why did it feel so good? — Touching me like this, we...

— Don't you like it? — Ran asked, rubbing your nipples and earning another string of gasping moans, and you were startled to feel the tip of Rindou's wand being replaced by his warm, firm hands.

— I don't understand how this, mhm can help, I don't... — Your voice turned to a violent choke as soon as you felt the tips of two fingers rub against your folds and spread the wetness over your pussy.

— Oh, sweetie, calm down, let Rin take care of you, trust your brothers. — Ran whispered as if he was confessing a secret before he lowered his body until you were completely seated on Rindou's lap. — If you want to help us, you gonna have to let us fill you up completely, fill you up until it leaks out of inside. — His lips brushed against the side of your neck and you desperately grabbed Rindou's blouse as his forefinger rubbed your clit hard while his older brother spread one hand over your lower belly.

— Fill me up? — Your brow furrowed, and deep down you knew, yes, what Ran meant by his euphemism, but the idea still seemed insanely wrong, and it was even more attractive as your mind ran through fertile images of one of them deep inside you, your imagination doing a great job.

— All the way to the brim. — Rindou replied, looking at Ran's hand resting on your belly and continuing to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves, your body twitching wildly and hips trying to force themselves against his fingers. — You're going to love it, lil sis. In fact, you're already loving it. Look how wet your cunnie is because of your brothers. — You looked up at Ran, as if begging for help and needing reassurance, and all he did was look you straight in the eye before he lowered his lips to yours at almost the same moment that two fingers invaded your insides and started pumping inside.

Your mouth groaned into Ran's and some saliva that you didn't know if it was yours or his dripped down one corner of your lips, as Rindou's fingers moved in and out of your heat the older Haitani applied more pressure to your belly with his flattened hand and sucked on your tongue. Fuck, you were kissing and being fingered by your older brothers, how wrong and immoral could that be? And it was worse knowing that you were enjoying it, even though your hands were trying to push the younger Haitani's body away.

— Fuck, the way she is squeezing my fingers. — Rin gasped before curving his fingers inside you and slowly pulling them out of your heat only to see them completely soaked, at which Ran broke the kiss with you and raised his eyebrows in satisfaction at how wet you were from the two of them. — Slutty cunnie. — You moaned as those same fingers that had previously been deep inside your widening pussy were pressed against your tongue before you sucked on them and earned a lustful grunt as a reward from each of your brothers. — You so enjoy having something fill your mouth, I see. — The younger one whispered pushing you body back, which was held back by the older one, and seconds later you were exactly with your mouth rubbing against Rindou's leaking hard cock with your legs one on either side of Ran's face.

Lewd scene.

Felt good. So good. Sitting on the face of one of his shoulders while sucking the other and getting to choke on his shaft. The older Haitani's tongue licking you thoroughly and his mouth drinking all the juices dripping from your entrance, the other's hands tangled in your hair to induce you to take more of him inside your wet hole. It was inevitable that you would end up moaning against Rindou's cock, and every time you did you could feel him pulsating against your tongue.

Every time your eyes innocently rose to look at the sweaty, flushed face of your older brother fucking your mouth, your cunt tightened around nothing. He was looking at you as if you were an actual woman, a woman worthy of being desired, not like his little sister who usually came home crying because she couldn't get a transfiguration spell right. How could you acquire more of those beautiful Haitani Rindou features?

Your thighs tightened around Ran's face and he thought it had never felt so good to have a girl above him, never felt so good to lick someone's pussy and choke around someone's legs. The more his tongue ran through your folds and sucked your clit with force and pressure, the more you felt as if something was about to explode completely inside you, legs beginning to tremble more and more your mouth moaning around Rindou's cock.

And in the blink of an eye you were completely coming apart on the lips and tongue of your older brother who always took such good care of you. It was only right that he and Rin were the only ones to have a taste of you. At the same time as your orgasm coursed through your entire body, the younger Haitani's cock hit the back of your throat and you choked violently pulling it out of your mouth to try to breathe at the same moment your older brother licked all the leaking liquids out of you.

You completely gasped above Ran and below Rindou.

— Our pretty girl, all fucked up with so little. — The second one spoke with a small smile on his lips and you felt the first one lift your body a little to get out from between your legs.

— Fuck, the taste of her. — Ran spoke running his tongue over lips and his fingers through his disheveled hair, it looked as if he was pussydrunk. — You should try it, it's the best pussy I've tasted in years.

— Will you let me taste it? — Rindou asked in a perverted tone, almost dripping with malice as his lips pursed suggestively and you again felt your cunt tightening around nothing at the younger man's provocation.

— Icky. — The older man retorted, pulling your body up gently, and you both heard an amused chuckle escape from the mouth of the third person present there.

— You want to fuck your little sister and I'm the icky one? — Ran put you over his brother's lap again and this time had you lying almost completely on his body, your legs one on either side of his waist and arms wrapped around his.

— You're talking as if you weren't fucking her mouth less than three minutes ago. — He retorted with hands pulling the sides of your ass apart until your still leaking entrance was in view.

— Yes, I was and she loved it. — Grinning, he replied, taking your face in his hands and forcing you to face him with narrowed eyes. — Right, little sister? — You weren't even paying attention to what he was saying and yet you nodded your head positively.

Seconds later the younger man's other hand was on your clit rubbing it, pushing you to the edge of the overstimulation and there was no way you could close your legs because Ran was holding them open as he was shedding his own clothes and rubbing his dick between your wet folds. It had already been established beforehand that the two of them would take turns fucking your tight pussy, neither of them wanting to cum somewhere other than your wet and warm hole. They would breed you, knot you up.

— R-Ran...! — You called out to him with your head falling back and staring into his eyes while yours glowed with an innocence so pure that it didn't even seem like minutes before you had cum in his mouth. — I can't... — Rindou rubbed your clit harder and your whole body spasmed, and Ran took advantage of the moment to thrust himself deep inside you.

Your eyes rolled upward, walls suddenly widening and consciousness wavering moment by moment. You had swallowed him to the base, his shaft completely inside your pussy and Rindou's arm around your waist holding you down while his other hand continued to play with your sensitive heap of nerves. Your whole body trembling and mouth unable to speak anything but their two names in the form of moans. Seeing your face of pure bliss and lust, Rindou felt his own cock twitch and groaned before he took your lips with his in a kiss and one of your hands to his shaft start moving it from top to bottom there.

Dirty whore, that's what the younger one was mentally calling you. But you were at least the dirty whore of the two of them. No one else had the opportunity to touch you like that.

Ran started bouncing his hips against yours, pulling your body against his every time his dick was about to pound into you again just to amplify the intensity of the thrusts. The three of you were a mess of sweaty bodies, the smell of sex radiating from your room, the sound of skin against skin reverberating off the walls.

Eventually, the older man's cock was replaced by the younger man's inside you and Rindou began to move your body up and down, your walls milking him with no hesitation whatsoever while Ran's lips busied themselves leaving bites and sucks on your neck and his hands alternated between squeezing your breasts and rubbing your clit just to see you break apart with pleasure again. He hadn't thought from the start that watching his two younger siblings fucking would be so good, so exciting, his dick even started to leak a little more as soon as the older Haitani's eyes fixed on where you and the other brother were connected, it was so good to see your pussy stretching to its limits to try to accommodate Rindou.

— Fuck her until her walls are in the shape of your cock, Rin. — Ran whispered eventually putting a hand on your hip to assist you in the up and down movements. — Or maybe I should do it for you?

— Tsk, don't fuck with me. — Ran replied, staring at his older brother who gave him a teasing sideways smile before pulling his body up and pulling the younger man's cock out of you to replace it with his own. — You're fucking selfish, damn it. I was just about to...

— You need to learn to share your dolls. — Ran responded by slipping in and out of you with the same relentless pace as before Rin stole his place. — And nothing is fairer than for the older one to cum first on this pretty girl of mine first. — Rindou's eyes slowly rolled back as his dick ached with the need to cum soon.

— Fuck, you should have seen her face. — Rindou spoke taking your face in his hands with a wicked grin, you looking at him completely tired with your mouth ajar spilling out several pornographic moans. — This slutty face of hers, she's drunk on her own brother's dick, isn't she cute? — Ran threw his head back at his younger brother's words and continued to force himself inside you without any kind of pity that it was making your hips start to hurt.

The exchange of sticks inside you ensued for a while before, in an erratic and deep thrust, Ran ended up gushing his cum inside you with a loud, hoarse moan. Your walls squeezing him completely with the intention of draining him of every last drop, you felt dirty for ending up cumming just from the pressure of having the thick liquid fillets slapping against your sensitized walls. And with just the sight of the two of you climaxing almost at the same time, Rindou almost ended up cumming and in an almost desperate act, he pushed his older brother back until his cock withdrew from your pussy with a thread of white cream connecting his tip to your entrance and soon the younger Haitani was mixing his seed with the older one inside you.

Fuck, you felt so full to the point that you had the feeling that you would get sick just from the sensation of having your two brothers' fluid filling your insides until it started to leak out when Rindou pulled out from inside your tight pussy.

Ran watched some of the cum smear down your thighs and immediately turned away to walk to your closet. After grabbing a pair of lacy panties, he returned to the bed where you and Rindou were now lying on top of each other and began running them up your heels and legs until your pussy was covered by that piece of underwear.

— Keep it all inside, sweetie. — The older man whispered as he straightened your body into a more comfortable position on the bed while Rin watched the two of you and tried to catch his breath. — You were so good, so nice to both of us today, you know we love you, right? — Ran leaned toward you to place a simple, tender kiss against your sweaty forehead and you nodded in agreement like a good puppy.

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rukunas · 3 years

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I have daddy kinks with nanami, just want him to be my sugar daddy.

ANON I COULD TALK ABOUT THIS ALL DAY i did this without proofreading so apologies if there’s spelling/grammar errors

warnings: slight manipulation, daddy kink, smut

Sugar Daddy Nanami who is stressed all the time because of his miserable job and being the only competent sorcerer in Tokyo; he needs any relief after being constantly pestered by Gojou— How the hell does Satoru get all the girls?

Sugar Daddy Nanami who first sees you behind the counter of a coffee shop, biting your lip and lowering your head when Nanami makes eye contact with you. His glasses glint against the light, making him even more intimidating. He asks why a pretty girl like you is working at a place like this, to which you shyly reply that you need the money for college.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who places a $100 bill and his business card in the tip jar. You text him back that night, frantically pleading with him to take back the money, that you don’t need it. He tells you he doesn’t need it— threatening you that if you try to give it back to him, he’ll find a way to give you double (he gives you double anyway).

Sugar Daddy Nanami who tells you that you can pay him back by going to dinner with him. He tells you to dress nice, a little black dress and dangly earrings. He is in a sharp tux when he pulls up to your apartment in a sleek black Aston Martin. It is when he ushers your into the perfect leather seats like the gentleman he is that you realize how rich this man truly is.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who gets the pleasure of seeing those dangly earrings jingle as you ride him in the backseat after he gets his car back from valet. He basks in the little gasps you let out when you sink all the way down, the curve of his cock guided directly to the little ridge inside you. He cannot resist the squeal you let out when you cum quickly, not at all minding that you’ve completely soaked his designer trousers.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who convinces you to quit your job, that he’ll simply take care of your funds. Your student debt? Completely taken care of. Your heating breaks down in your tiny apartment? Just move in with him. He’s got you wrapped around his finger, but it just might be the other way around, with you now styled in lavish clothes he bought for you, diamond earrings and a necklace that matches it, Louis Vuitton purses always in your grip. He buys you toys too, a jeweled plug you keep in your ass, a remote controlled vibrator that he pushes into your pussy whenever the two of you go out on a date. Nanami likes to put it on the highest setting when you talk to the waiter, just so you know exactly who you belong to as you clench your thighs.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who has you pay him back with cute pictures of you in your new lingerie, legs spread so that he can get a nice view of the thongs he gets you. He likes how you’re still a shy little thing, always biting your lip and averting your gaze in the nudes you send him. Acting all innocent when all he wants to do is ruin you.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who bends you over his knee when you tease him while he’s at work, his tie holding your wrists together as he smacks your ass until it is the same shade as your strappy maroon one-piece. He edges you with his fingers until your cries for “Kento!” transform into “Daddy!” He treats you well, though, pinning your knees up to your ears as he thrusts deep and hard into your tight cunny, groaning when you whine and squirm, begging your Daddy to let you cum.

Sugar Daddy Nanami who wants you to drop out of college so that you can be his little housewife, but you are so very stubborn on the topic, wanting to complete your studies and get your own job. It’s alright though, he knows you’ll eventually come around. He’s friends with the President of your university, after all.

idk there’s just something about powerful men that makes my mouth water

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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KINKTOBER DAY 6 - MANIPULATION + EREN YEAGER + CHUBBY READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 1.6k

TW: manipulation, loss of virginity, filming, dubcon, exhibitionism (filming), blood, slight size kink, corruption, pain / painful sex, creampie

Eren loves being called a virgin killer. He loves it, it gets the blood rushing right to his cock. So when you, his pretty virgin classmate, told him that you were told to stay away because he was one… well, let’s say he’d found a new toy.

You were easy. Way too fucking easy and so beyond cute. Round and soft, pliable, like something he knew he could shape to his liking. It almost made him feel bad for you, but here he was, pressing his cock to the entrance of your tight cunt.

“You love me?” You ask, eyes wide, tears pricking the corners.

“Yeah baby, I love you.” He murmurs, distracted with lining himself up. He’s lying. “Now, smile for the camera.”

Eren holds the camera up, smiling into it, the other hand groping your chest, tweaking your pretty nipple. On the screen, you can see where the head of his cock presses against your slick hole, and your cheeks heat at the way you can see it fluttering. You look positively precious, all folded up and on display for him, rolls of your tummy moving up and down with each nervous breath.

“Getting shy?” He asks, setting the phone on the nightstand, recording still. “C’mon don’t be like that. Wanna be able to see your face. You wanna remember this moment perfectly right?”

You nod. You want Eren to like you. Who doesn’t want Eren to like them? He’s a legend, practically. The attractive computer science student with a string of girls fawning over him at all hours of the day. You’re sure that he gets plenty. So when he asked you on a date and you firmly and naively told him that you wouldn’t go because you’d heard he was a “virgin killer”, you felt part of your stomach drop. You want him to like you. That’s when you realized it.

Eren had smiled at you, let the corners of his lips pull up in the most charming way, disbelief making its way into his expression. He asked if he could change your mind, that he’s not so bad. And when you responded by saying that you’d never dated before, he felt that familiar pull in his stomach, desire. He’ll show you how to date, you don’t even have to worry about it. Eren promised to take care of you. And when two weeks later, he was still pursuing you — well, you finally decided to give it up. You made him your boyfriend and Eren was… ecstatic.

And now here you are at the beginning of your sex life and, unknowingly, the end of your relationship.

“S’gonna hurt?” You slur, eyes wide.

Eren loves this look on you, so fucking stupid. He nods. “Yeah, but soon you won’t feel it, m’kay? What did I tell you? Just keep going, right?”

He’s so charming and he loves you. You must be dreaming.

Eren places a big hand on the inside of your soft thigh, letting his fingers sink into the fat there. He pushes the head of his cock past the tight ring of your cunt, grunting when he hears the way you squeal. You’re so wet, but Eren is big and he loves the way he can see you start to bleed while he splits you open at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Eren, wait wait wait, just wait it- hng, it hurts.” You whine, pushing against his chest.

“Shh, s’okay. You wanna do a good job right?” Eren glances to the camera and then back down to pretty, teary-eyed you. When you nod again, he kisses your temple. “You know I love you right?”

“Y-yeah.. okay ..” You take your bottom lip between your teeth as he continues to slide into you, pushing back tears.

It hurts, but you’re so fucking full. It’s a new feeling and it has you clinging onto him. By the time he’s bottomed out, you’re panting, crying into his shoulder. When you glance down between you both, you shiver at the way the chubby lips of your cunt part around him. It feels vulgar, the plush skin there being pushed open that way.

“Wasn’t so bad, right?” He asks, glancing between you both. You shake your head into his shoulder, mumbling something that he doesn’t care about.

Eren can feel his cock twitch in you, groaning from deep in his gut. He’s the first. Eren is the first to get his dick in this soft, magic pussy and it has him wanting to cum, but not until he’s fucked you. Not until he’s completely engrained himself in your gummy walls.

“M’gonna fuck you now.” It wasn’t a question, but you nod again — pretty, dumb, and so fucking naive that it makes his cock throb in your freshly christened cunt. Your eyes are squeezed shut, forehead resting on his muscular shoulder. God, he could cum right now, just from the way you were squeezing him. Virgins always feel best when they’re hurting.

Then, Eren moves. They’re deep, slow thrusts that burn when he pushes back into you. You can feel yourself tearing, that deep sting that has your throat closing up and makes you want to run away. But he’s filling you, caging you in with his body, thighs spread like a flower while he gives you the first fuck of your life. And despite the pain, it feels good.

He feels fucking good inside of you, cock pressing into a place inside of you that you didn’t even know existed. You whine, this time in pleasure, pads of your fingers dragging across the skin of his back.

“Mm, feel good now?” Eren hums, eyes hazy and dark, smiling at you like he knows something you don’t.

“Y-yeah, Eren. Feels really good.” You gasp as he pushes back into you.

“How ‘bout I ruin you then?” He’s charming when he asks, comfort and confidence bleeding out into the room around you, but the phrase scares you. It makes you clench up around him, stuffed cunt leaking around him. “Oh- you tightened up.”

His head falls forward, breathing speeding up as he picks up his pace, cock fucking into you faster and faster until the burn from tearing melts away to mind-bending pleasure. You can finally notice how he looks, eyebrows knitted together while he stares between you two, eyes glued to where you part around his dick.

Eren is losing his mind, he wants to ruin you. He wants to make you cry, watch fat tears roll down your round cheeks while you cum around a cock for the first time in your life. He loves the chubby ones, so soft and sexy. They always look so pretty when they cry, blubbering in that sweet way that makes his heart twist with sick pride. It’s so sexy to him, such a fucking turn-on when they realize exactly what they’re in for.

So he does, Eren fucks you until you’re crying, until you’re a mess under him, body shaking as you wind up to your first orgasm. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, body pressed so closely to his while he strokes deliberately and quickly at that perfect spot.

“Cumming?” Eren grunts out, leaning back and picking up your thighs to hook them under your arms. He glances momentarily to the camera, making sure the angle captures the way you’re swallowing him.

You cover your face with your arm, only able to manage soft squeaks. Eren moves it, tilting his head, his voice taking on a slightly sharper tone.

“What did I say about hiding from the camera?”

It takes you by surprise, the venom in his voice. You turn to look at where it’s set up, but he pinches your cheeks between his fingers, turning your attention back to him.

“Watch me. I’m taking your virginity, not the camera.” He fucks into you hard. “Don’t you want to see me make you cum?” And all the while, you’re winding up. You’re tensing, your body starting to hit an unfamiliar peak. It’s like pressure everywhere, pushing, pushing, pushing until finally it’s released in a wave. You feel it roll through you as he presses his fingers to your clit.

“Fuuuck, just like that.” Eren groans, head rolling back onto his shoulders. “God, you’re fuckin’ sexy.”

You don’t have a mind to register what he’s saying because he’s overstimulating you, three fingers still pressed firmly on your clit, other arm occupied holding you open so he can keep fucking you. Eren lets out a laugh at your crying, mean and from his gut.

“I love- virgin- cunts.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. “First time being overstimulated, pretty? Oh? What am I saying? Of course, it is.”

“E-Eren…” You whimper out, squirming under his grasp, body shaking.

“Say my name again.” He commands, leaning over you, pressing your thigh to your plush chest.

“Eren…” It’s whinier this time, less needy and more overwhelmed and broken.

“God, m’gonna cum- fuck.” He groans, biting down on the soft flesh of your shoulder, sucking a mark into your neck with startling ferocity. “Gonna fill this pretty virgin pussy u-up. Fuck.”

Eren does. He cums in you with a deep groan and you startle at just how warm it feels. It’s so hot and so foreign. You can feel it flood you, the way it coats your walls as he keeps you plugged with him.

He collapses on top of you, catching his breath for a moment before sitting up with a deep groan and a smile towards the camera.

“That was fun.” He takes it from the nightstand. “Say bye!”

But he doesn’t sound like himself. Eren doesn’t sound charming or caring the way you know him to be. He sounds cruel and amused. When he clicks the stop button, he sets the phone on the bed beside him, pulling out of you with a low swear. He admires your pussy for a moment. Ruined and leaking with cum, untouched only an hour earlier and now… completely fucked.

He’s gone in the next 10 minutes, telling you that you should remember to pee before you fall asleep. He doesn’t call.

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plushefemme · 3 years

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just made myself cum to the thought of being kept so high that my feeder can trick me into eating extra meals.... being sent back to bed after a huge breakfast only for them to wake me up an hour later, get me baked, and then stuff me with another, even bigger breakfast and i go along with it because i’m too dumb and woozy to remember the first one.......

#intoxication kink #drugs tw #manipulation #plushetxt

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fuwushiguro · 3 years

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tw fellatio, cock worship, manipulation, praise, gas lighting?

Manipulative Eren who adores the attention you give him. He has been putting time into corrupting you. He was your first kiss, y'know? He thinks you have the softest lips, and it's probably because they've never had anyone but his. All sweet n pure for him. It amazes him that he somehow managed to manipulate you into ignoring the fact he's a renowned slut. Your love for him knows no bounds, although, he is getting more and more agitated by the day that you won't put out. He wants some attention. Special attention.

"Can I have a kiss, baby?" he asks you. You lean over to kiss his lips. But you're confused... why is he turning his head from you? "I don't want a kiss there." he informs you. His legs spread wider and you see a sizeable bulge forming in his sweats. He doesn't pull down, but you can see the way he's squirming around his cock must be aching. "I want a kiss... down there." you aren't sure. You've never done anything like that before! He thinks you're being selfish, but he'll never let on. Instead, he sulks. Big green eyes glossing over and he can barely face you. Despite all your efforts and attempts to get him to look at you - he won't. "I thought you loved me... that's all."

And with that, you're on your knees between his legs. There was no way you were going to let him doubt your love for him. He just wants a kiss there. He just wants the attention, the love. He wants the knowledge that you'll do whatever he wants when he manipulates you just right.

You kiss the head of his cock gently. He doesn't even care if you don't want to do anything else. You just look so cute, kissing the red angry tip so softly. So delicately. Like you're afraid you'll hurt him, or you're just afraid in general. His fingers lace through your hair because he wants to look at your pretty wide eyes as you worship his member.

"What about a French kiss, huh?"

You lick his cockhead softly, similarly to how you kiss him whilst lying in bed together. Always so soft and careful. He winces as your tongue swipes over his slit. It's salty. He is so proud of you. Such a good girl for him.

It's easy to be good when he has such a pretty cock.

do not perceive me i had cock kissing on my mind hehe @cyancherub

#eren yeager x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #tw manipulation #tw gaslighting #tw fellatio #tw praise kink

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p-antomime · 2 years

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Why jinx the odds?

— minors don’t interact.

— wc: 5,4K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: dom!kurokawa izana, praise kink, worship, coercion, manipulation, heavy breeding kink, forced breeding & impregnation, power imbalance, scratching, hair pulling, nipple play, slight degradation & dumbification, fingering, oral sex (f! receiving), names calling, baby trapping, obsession, filming w/o consent, toxic!izana, dark content.

pairings: stalker!kurokawa izana x fem!reader.

request.

tokyo rev. masterlist.

part I, part II.

author note: i highly recommend that eventual readers of this work have read the first and second parts before reading this one or that they will read them before starting to read this thrid and last part, practically the entire plot of this work is directly dependent on these others, so please read the first and second parts so you don’t get lost in the middle of the events here! also, thank you for read this!

Your head buzzes.

It feels like you've struggled to do a three-month job in three hours.

Like you've shoved so many drugs into your nervous system that the synapses in your brain are about to explode or burn out.

As if someone had forced you to ingest a lot of hallucinogenic synthetic drugs and then made you stare at Jackson Pollock's No. 5 for hours.

Your body shook on the bed slowly, as if testing whether something in it was weakened or compromised. From the texture of the soft sheets beneath you, you could discern that what lay below and around your space was your bed. Comfortable, warm, perfect. But there was something slapping across your face that was forcing you to frown in discomfort and frustration. Oh, damn, was there no one to close that window and let that beam of sunlight into the room? Oh, yes, you were the adult person in that house, so, no. You needed to get up on your own, but there didn't seem to be much strength left in your body.

The level of fatigue was mammoth. It seemed like you had been kept awake all night, and even a good dose of coffee wouldn't stop your head from feeling dizzy. What happened? Were you up late at night?

You coughed lightly and felt a slight pain in your vocal cords and throat. Elbows rested on the mattress of the bed and you frowned more, not quite sure that you were in your own room. The smell seemed different. Where was it coming from? It was like a man's cologne. Were your nostrils deceiving you? Slowly your eyes opened and you noticed how heavy they were, your wrists hurt and lips were swollen. As you looked around, it turned out that yes, the place was your bedroom, the window was wide open and the sky was beautifully blue outside. It was still early, but not that early. Your attention fell on your sore wrists, and there were finger marks there, but the rest of your body apparently seemed unharmed.

Seemed.

You moved to get up and had to stay still for a few seconds because of your head spinning. And then you could feel something running down between your legs. Immediately your hands pulled the sheets off your body and went to the hem of your pajama bottoms to pull them down along with your panties, but before you could finish this action you heard the bedroom door open and your breath caught in the middle of your throat. What did he...

— Good morning, sweetheart! — Izana spoke with a wide, happy smile on his lips, one of his hands dirty with flour. — How is my girl feeling today, hm? You got knocked out by fatigue in the middle of our night, but, don't worry. — He walked towards you, sitting down beside you on the edge of the bed and making you shrug your shoulders. — I've finished my job of filling you completely. — His hand that was clean landed exactly on the middle of your belly and you looked from the fingers to Izana's face.

— W-What? — You asked, thinking that you had interpreted Izana's words in the wrong way.

— You should rest today, you must be very tired and I want you to be completely well for when we start over. — You interrupted him with a look of confusion on your face.

— Izana, what are you talking about? Why are you...

And then before your mouth could finish speaking, Kurokawa pressed his palm against your belly and your memory recapitulated the several hours he stood over your body, his cock buried deep inside your pussy and cumming several times in a row inside you. "Gonna breed you so fucking good, tomorrow all you'll be thinking about is how I filled you to the brim with cum", you remembered hearing him speak before you started begging him to let you go.

— You didn't... — Your brain couldn't even produce any more tears, your body was too tired to care about showing discontent, hurt, resentment, anything but fatigue. — I can't believe it, Izana, you are.... — It was his turn to interrupt you.

— Yes, the father of all your children. Isn't that nice to know? I would be very upset if you couldn't remember our night of love. — He leaned over and planted a wet kiss on one of your cheeks, which you tried to refuse by pulling away slightly. — You wanted to be a mommy, didn't you? So, I'm here to help you with that, I'll always be here for you, my love. I love you, I told you this several times last night, can't you remember? — Now Izana looked a little disappointed and you felt like vomiting when you realized that what was wetting the bottom of your panties was most probably the remnants of his cum that had not been kept inside your pussy. — But anyway, I figured you'd wake up very tired, anyone would be tired after taking about four, five loads of cum, wouldn't they? So I made breakfast! Forgive me for using some things from the kitchen and pantry, but I couldn't let my girl go hungry, right? — He stood up slowly with a smaller smile than before and a glow reflected in his lilac orbs. — I'll get the food for you.

And as you watched him walk calmly out of the room, you felt lost.

This was one of the worst, if not the worst, scenarios that could ever happen in your life. How could you let Kurokawa Izana into your life without rethinking all his actions, all his mini-reactions. He was always this disturbed guy and only you didn't realize it? Oh, but there was no one to warn you. Izana is great at hiding his true nature, he's beautiful like Aphrodite and lethal like Dionysus.

You desperately got up, even though your head hurt, and ran to the bathroom attached to your room. You needed to vomit. As if throwing up last night's dinner would make the Kurokawa semen inside you automatically disappear. And Izana followed your movements through the screen of his cell phone that mirrored the cameras he had previously installed in your bedroom, the bathroom and other strategic points in your house. He was slightly worried about you, so he arranged your breakfast on a tray as best he could and walked briskly to your room through the corridors of the house and watched you come out of the bathroom wiping your mouth.

— I can get you some medicine, my baby, I'm here to... — You interrupted him with an irritated tone.

— Don't talk to me, I don't want to hear your voice.

— Oh... — Izana shrugged, but soon he was arranging his breakfast on the bed with the same smile as always, and you were watching him with a mixture of disgust and curiosity. — I made chocolate pancakes for you and also coffee, but I don't know how you like your coffee yet, so I made it to my liking. There are also strawberries and ryokucha. — He patted the vacant seat next to where the breakfast tray had been placed and looked at you with anxiety and anticipation. — Oh, even my... our son is only coming home tomorrow from his little friend's house, his mother called this morning before you woke up to let me know and I told her everything was fine. — A small feeling of desperation began to take hold of you as soon as your body moved on its own to sit up in bed and start eating, even if you didn't want to accept much coming from Izana.

— He... — You began to speak after some time in silence, the only sounds in the room coming from your mouth chewing and Izana's quiet breathing watching you with a curious and loving countenance. — Is he all right? — Your eyes rose from the food to the face of the man in front of you.

— Oh, you are so kind and unselfish, my love, of course he is all right. — Izana leaned over to lift one hand to caress your face and you instinctively tried to pull away, only to have him grip your chin firmly between his hands. — You should worry more about yourself right now, sweetheart. You were such a strong, good girl last night for me... no, for our children. I'll take very good care of you during these two days that our first child will be gone. — He spoke, leaving a kiss on your forehead, and you almost felt like you were about to throw up again.

However, Izana was and at the same time was not correct when he said that he would take very good care of you during those two days that his biological son with another woman was absent from your home. He would cook all your meals to spare you the effort, but at the same time he would take advantage of you taking a bath as night fell in the same tub that days before he was watching you on camera as masturbation material to spread your legs slightly and slide two or three fingers into you. Izana would say it would make you feel better, even if there wasn't even a spark of physical strength left in your body after the night he kept you up by breeding you several times. But, ironically, feeling his fingers moving in and out of you in the middle of a warm bath, with your legs spread wide apart, eyes ajar and head resting against the tub, really made the muscles in your body relax a little more.

You could feel Kurokawa's lips kissing your neck leisurely as his fingertips curved inside you and a soft moan escaped from between your lips. What was it about Izana that made you want more of his touch even after he broke into your home in the middle of the night to make a morbid dream of his come true? His fingers seemed more deft and nimble inside you than yours that had been touching you between your legs for much longer than he had.

— Izana... — You called him without even realizing it, and only noticed what had come out of your lips when he looked at you intently, as if he were a puppy ready to fulfill your every request.

— Yes, sweetie? — He asked, his thumb rubbing your clit slowly and managing to elicit a few whimpers from you.

You didn't want to ask Izana to keep fucking you with his fingers, you didn't want to subject yourself to asking him for something humiliating now or ever. At the same time that your body felt so good, your mind whispered in your ears that you were the dirtiest slut in the world, but how could your common sense blame you for anything when there were digits moving so deep, so well inside you? Grinding against your walls in such a good way that no thought seemed not to resonate with the image and features and silhouette of Kurokawa Izana.

— Harder... you can... — You looked at him still without lifting the head that was leaning against the tub and swallowing hard as you saw his eyes sparkle again.

— Like this? — Izana asked, thrusting fingers in short but strong movements. — Or like this? — This time he moved them in a deep but slow manner, and you groaned again as you saw the knot in the pit of your stomach tighten a little more when he used the second way to rub against your walls.

— The second one, ple-argh! — You gasped as you felt him begin to thrust his digits into your pussy with the second way definitely, your head only able to think: "Yes, fuck, yes, like this, just like this, perfect, perfect".

It was only a matter of time before your body ended up definitely cumming and as Izana helped you finish your shower and get out of the tub, you felt as if you couldn't support your own weight with own legs and mentally thanked him as soon as he started to help you walk to the bed. You were startled to see that the only thing reflected in his eyes was affection when he began to dress you in comfortable pajamas and then went off to make dinner after leaving you lying in bed with your cell phone.

For a split second you caught yourself enjoying having Kurokawa Izana looking after you, and immediately tried to shake your head negatively to scare the thought away. Don't let his pretty face fool you.

In the middle of that new night, Izana went to his house to get some clothes, and when he arrived at your again, he let you sleep in peace for a few short hours, but constantly during the night he stayed awake watching your unconscious body on the bed, your serene face immersed in the world of dreams. The moonlight entered the room through a small crack in the half-open window, and his eyes were staring from your lips to belly. He wanted to be between your legs again with his cock deep in your pussy pouring various amounts of cum directly into your womb, he needed to know that you were carrying his child. Izana knew that if there was any man with the right to fuck a baby into you, that man was him. The only man in your life.

— Fuck, I love you so much. — He spoke feeling all the blood in his body begin to concentrate in his pelvis.

But Izana didn't want to cum anywhere else inside you. However, with you unconscious he couldn't enjoy your beautiful moans and the way you whimpered his name even though you asked him to stop. So he leaned toward you, arms around your waist, and pulled you close to him, your back resting against his chest and ass pressed against his covered dick.

Evidently it didn't take long for his sneaky hands to start groping your body, squeezing your breasts without too much force and then sliding down to your pelvis with one hand inside your panties to run two fingers along your folds just to see them wet. You were always so ready to take him, you were practically begging him to impregnate you, weren't you?

Izana placed lips on your neck and kissed these region slowly before bringing a hand to his own underwear to pull it down. He heard a soft grunt escape your lips and from your body moving against his, it was clear that you were slowly being awakened from your deep and deserved sleep. His hand went back into your panties as soon as his cock was freed and as a weak moan escaped your lips an excited smile came over his.

— Yes, baby, I know you want this as much as I do, don't you? — He whispered as he lifted your hips only to pull down the bottom of the pajamas and panties until both garments were almost to your knees and placed his cock between your thighs.

— I-Izana... — You called out, rubbing your eyes, still partially drunk from sleep and taking a few short, short seconds to discern that you were awake and what exactly Izana was doing. — Stop, I don't...

— Shh~ — Izana spoke up locking his lips back on your neck and before lifting one of your legs and starting to run his cock along its folds. — Gonna make you a mommy, sweetie, just the way you wanted so bad.

He had fucked so much cum into you the night before that it would be kind of hard that there wasn't already a child in your womb, but he wanted to be completely sure. Why jinx the odds? Izana would breed you with or without permission. Fulfilling your desire to be a mother and his desire to be the only possible father for your children was above any consent, he knew that even if you said you didn't want to, it was a passing lie. You wanted it, how could you not want it?

And when you tried to pull away without having recharged all your energy reserves, Izana used one arm to hook your waist and hold you still in place as he slid his dick into your pussy slowly, enjoying the sensation of having you again squeezing him hard. A guttural moan escaped his throat, it hadn't even been two days since he had last been widening your walls, but already there was a sense of longing overpowering him internally. If he could, he would spend the rest of the days of the week just keeping you as his fuckdoll, breeding you over and over again during the day, fucking his cream deeper and deeper inside you until your cunt could no longer hold all the semen inside and ended up leaking out in piles after he was sure that this time there would be no escape. It was as if Izana's mind lived in a vicious cycle of baby fever.

— You always take me so well, sweetie, you are perfect for me. Just perfect. — He spoke whispering close to your ear and began to move your body up and down against his cock, your pussy milking him without any hesitation whatsoever.

And even though your body was tired, your throat moaned his name over and over again and the same pain from before slowly began to reappear. Izana's eyes slid down your body to get a good look at the spot where he was fucking you from the side, and the sight of watching his dick disappear and then appear as it slid in and out of your pussy combined with the wet sounds escaping from the intimacies of the two of you colliding seemed like the only music he needed to live to. After all, he was doing it for you, always for you.

You swallowed him so well, the tip of his cock rubbing against your cervix and giving you a sudden sensation of pain even though it was masked by the growing pressure deep inside your belly. You couldn't believe yourself, wanting to cum on the dick of that heartbreaking man again, that man who somehow had a sick obsession with you and masked it all with the excuse of loving you.

One of his hands went down your groin and as soon as his fingers started working against your clit you found yourself unable to control your body's own urges and ended up cumming all over Izana's cock. He groaned at your tightness on his shaft and started bumping his hips in a stronger rhythm against yours, now your body literally was just a fleshlight for him to use and fill with cum. The liquids from your sensitive cunt were getting wetter and wetter as Kurokawa's dick continued to move in and out of you unrelentingly. And it felt so good, to have him rubbing against your sensitive walls and in a completely raw way, you wished he would stay for the rest of the night inside you, completely enlarging you and fucking as many loads as humanly possible into your womb.

Oh, but Izana was so merciful to you. He only came once inside you with a strong thrust and his hands tightening around your waist as moans came out through his lips. And as soon as his cock escaped your warm walls, his hands promptly went to put your pajamas and panties back where they belonged. He didn't want to waste any drops and you fell asleep again with his seed still inside your pussy with the man behind you on the bed whispering that he loved you and your conscience whispering in your ears that it was a lie.

And the next day Izana's biological son came home and you gave as much attention as you could to that child who wasn't to blame for anything his father did, even though your body still begged for another good long hours of sleep.

Before you could even notice, little by little that house was no longer inhabited mostly by just two people and the man with white hair and tan skin was increasingly present there. In the next two weeks there were even several of his clothes sharing the closet with yours, most of your coats smelled of Izana's body cologne. It was possible to tolerate his presence, especially when he treated you so well. You were almost his princess, there wasn't a day that he didn't tell you how much he loved you, how beautiful you are, how good you were as a teacher in your profession. Izana really was madly in love with you, putting you on a pedestal that perhaps wasn't deserved.

Silently, you and Izana agreed in unison that maybe it would be better if you two stayed together, and now he had access to your entire weekly schedule. He knew where you were, who you were with, what you were wearing, what you intended to do or buy, almost everything went according to his tastes and he was satisfied, or partially satisfied. Izana still wanted a child of his own with you so badly, it was a need, a demand. He wanted to see your swollen tits and belly carrying a son or daughter, but lately your work as a teacher kept draining your strength to the point that the first thing you did at home after showering was to fall into bed.

One Sunday evening as night was falling, Izana noticed that the house was very quiet and went looking for you in the corridors, finding you on the desk in your room, clasping different colored papers in hands. His son was fast asleep in the cute little room you had prepared for him even before you adopted him. You looked so beautiful distracted, he could admire you for long minutes in that comfortable dress before slowly approaching and encircling your waist with his arms. Izana missed feeling your body next to his after long days of not having the possibility to use your pussy and slide his hands down your shoulders, legs, breasts, waist, thighs.

— I missed you so much these days. — Izana began running the tip of his nose along the side of your neck and inhaling a good amount of your perfume. — You smell so good. — He whispered with lips lightly caressing your skin and you grunted as you noticed his cock rubbing against the curve of your ass.

— Not now, honey. — You replied, continuing to flip through the papers in your hands and trying not to lose focus. Oh, "honey", he melted when you called him that. — I'm busy.

— I just need to... — Izana said with his hands massaging your shoulders and then sliding down your body to lightly squeeze your breasts and rub nipples. — Feel you, just a little. You don't know how much I've wanted to touch you all these days. — His right hand sneaked up to the hem of your dress, sliding under it and immediately going to use two fingers to press on your clit above your panties.

You even tried to keep putting your notes of preparations for the next class back in order for a few more minutes... until Izana put one knee between your legs to spread them apart and slide fingers into your panties while his other hand kept squeezing your breasts. He was so hard to resist because he was persistent and liked to beat you usually by fatigue or coercion. You danced in his footsteps until now, but today you felt the need to at least stipulate one rule. At least one.

— Pull out today. — You spoke in a firm tone and looked to him, watching Izana raise one of his eyebrows as if to ask if you were challenging him to get what he wanted.

— Hmmm... — Izana squinted eyes at you and added more pressure with his fingertips on your clit, and you held back from moaning. — Okay, sweetheart, I can do this for you today. — He nodded, and you suddenly felt relieved, allowing yourself for the first time to really enjoy the way he caressed your body. — But... — Izana leaned down to put his lips next to your ear to whisper. — For the rest of the week I’ll breed you every day, no matter how tired you are, understood? — And your head nodded in agreement.

In a matter of seconds he was on top of your body with lips on yours in a completely breathtaking kiss and his hands starting to get rid of any clothing that was on your body. Finally seeing you naked after long days of torture without being able to touch you in the slightest respect for your physical exhaustion seemed like a fever dream, Izana's mouth was literally salivating as he pulled your hips up and literally fell mouth over your pussy to lick and suck you in such an eager manner that it made your legs start to tremble in a matter of seconds.

You knew Izana was good at working with his mouth, it was obvious when he put his lips over yours and easily mastered the kissing although you almost always wanted to test how willing he was to let you take the reins. His mouth was soft and firm at the same time, he knew how to distribute and remanage the pressure of his tongue and lips on your cunt and it didn't take long for you to turn into a drooling mess with a trickle of saliva escaping from one corner of your lips while your hands tangled fingers in his soft hair and his were busy keeping your trembling legs open.

The more you began to be overwhelmed by the pleasure provided by his mouth, the more pussy-drunk Izana seemed between your thighs, the harder it became to control your own moans, especially when you could feel the man eating you out by leaving little vibrations against your cunt in various attempts to suppress his own sounds. What a lewd scene.

But of course Izana wouldn't let you cum anywhere other than his cock. He liked to incite you to the mistake of thinking you could cum in his mouth only to have his face moved away completely and you become frustrated as his body placed itself over yours again.

— Aww, my pretty girl is frustrated? — He took your chin in one hand with a small smile on his lips. — Don't be like that, you're so needy and greedy, I'll give you anything you want, sweetie. — Izana let wet kisses run down your breasts while his hands massaged the inside of your thighs and his eyes dropped momentarily to your exposed and leaking pussy.

Immediately your hands went to leave light scratches down that light haired man's back and you could almost see hearts reflected in his lilac orbs as his pupils suddenly dilated. Yes, do that to him. Mix pain and pleasure and you automatically have a feral Izana ready to break you up and drain any sanity from your mind. There wasn't even a remote chance he would end up pulling it out in time, no. Now Izana wanted to bury his seed deep inside you as always, perhaps even deeper than on all the other days his claws had reached you.

He didn't need your consent. He never needed it.

So as soon as his cock slid into you and his tip lightly kissed your cervix and your legs curled around his hips for balance, Izana let his head fall back still feeling nails scratch his back until they left welts as evidence of the crime and began bumping his hips against yours in an intense pace that was making your body rise and fall in accordance with his. His breeder balls slapping against your ass and your walls swallowing him without even thinking about letting him get off you without giving you a good breeding.

And then your moans became too loud and Izana painfully slowed the pace inside your pussy, one hand placing itself over your mouth and you looked at him desperately not knowing how to contain the very sounds escaping from deep inside your throat. He was moving in and out of you so slowly. It was torturous. And Izana continued like that for long minutes until you grabbed his wrist to try to pull his hand away from your mouth and force your hips against his just to get a little more friction.

— Be quiet. — Izana knew that you two couldn't bother the neighbors any more than already had on other days. — What are you, hm? A slut in heat or my good obedient princess? — His fingers pressed harder against your mouth and you felt small tears form at the corner of your eyes, feeling his dick slowly filling and emptying you. His other hand was gripping your hip tightly, as if completely ready to hold you in place if you think of trying to escape him.

Izana looked you straight in the eyes, the color of his now darker, at the same time as hips continued to pound into yours at the same painfully slow pace and your mind couldn't think of anything but several whimpers for him to fuck you at the same relentless, brutal pace as always. For the first time you missed being treated like a ragdoll by him. However, now you could feel his pelvis rubbing and pounding against your clit, which increased your stimulation, but still you felt as if you were going to lose complete control.

— You're going to be quiet for me, aren't you? You're not going to be a dumb whore, right? — He leaned over you with hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat and you nodded desperately, it was as if your eyes were seeing a completely different Izana, surrendered to primal instincts and when his hips thrust somewhat deeper than the previous ones, soon his dick was in and out of you again quickly.

Slowly his hand slipped from over your mouth to latch onto the base of your neck to keep you still as he thrust into your inviting pussy. You wanted to drain every last drop of cum from him, Izana knew that even though you had told him to pull out. Oh, pull out? No way, he was going to fuck a baby into you once and for all, he was going to have you as a good mommy to his children definitely.

You could feel his cock twitching against your walls and knew that he was about to cum inside. The tears kept streaming down your cheeks and blurring your vision and hands started pounding against his chest, your mouth madly begging between controlled moans and desperate gasps for him not to cum inside. No, no, stop, stop. Izana! Pull out!

You just didn't expect your orgasm to come at such an inopportune moment as now and cloud your senses and ethical judgment.

And all Izana did was press your body against the bed mattress and burrow deep inside you as his dick filled your walls in white hot spurts. His mouth opened into a small "O" of euphoria as the tip of his cock kissed your cervix and injected his milk directly into your abused womb. If you had luckily escaped having his babies the other times, bad luck would catch up with you and destroy you the same way he finished destroying your body. The sensation was insane for him, having your cunt milk every last drop out of him was like a gift from heaven.

— Yeeees! — Izana spoke in a slurred manner, looking up at you with a wickedly satisfied smile on his lips before he leaned over. — I'll m-make you have my babies, you'll look beautiful carrying them here. — He brought his hand from your waist to your belly, caressing it as you tried to stop crying and normalize your breathing.

Oh, you really trusted Kurokawa Izana. What a tragicomic mistake. He is a walking menace.

Maybe during the course of the week you bought a pregnancy test just to clear your conscience. And a few days later you went for a blood test for the same purpose, of course Kurokawa went with you. The result was usually delivered a few hours later and even if the pharmacy test had already given you a preview of the answer and you had thrown it in a public dumpster, Izana already knew what the outcome was.

That's why he had a satisfied, beaming smile carved on his lips from the moment the two of you stepped into the hospital lab.

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noritoshiikamo · 3 years

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That Kamo thirst tho. Did Noritoshi succeed breeding his little sis? 😳😳😳

tw pseudocest, dubcon, manipulation + forced breeding continuation of this, a part of nii-chan series

short answer, yes.

why?

toshi-nii is very calculated. he would keep track your cycle from start secretly. it's hard to lie to him when he made his advances on you because he could easily dispute it. if you lied about being on period, he has no qualm about sticking his hand down your panties.

he has no issue with a little blood.

he kept you on a mix of a strict regimen of modern and traditional tips for conception. constantly monitoring your diet, cutting of junk food and forcing a bunch of vitamins and a special pills you suspected to be a natural medicine to increase chance of conception. he won't even lie to your face about what he's doing, even explaining what each pills are for. "it's for your own good," he cooed, holding out glass of water to you. he rules with iron fist that it was hard for you to disobey as you swallowed it down and presented your mouth for inspection. on good day, he'll kiss you and tell how much of a good girl you are. you never knew what's at the end of a bad day, not that you ever wanted to know anyway.

it's annoying to obey his rules, it's suffocating and annoying and the fact that the whole clan is following his order to the letter showed how big his influence is. being his breeding bitch doesn't mean you got to laze around, despite able to skip your least favourite chores by mentioning his name. something he's not keen about, but if you have to deal with being pressed down as you presented yourself for fucking daily, he could live with that.

it was hard for others to notice that you were swelling with his child but toshi-nii was quick to piece up some pieces together. how clingy you became, constantly in his space needed ever a simple caress to a cheek to function, your sudden change of eating habit and the fact you're always up early every day sick. his mood changed too, content with the fact that an heir is already guaranteed. but you couldn't help but noticed a hint of jealously every time the family doctor reminded that the baby will be needing a lot of attention as days passed.

"you'll still love me right?" you felt his warm breath tickled the nape of your head as he planted a kiss on your bare shoulder, his hand rested on your growing belly, "you won't replace me with the baby?" he asked, a hint of worry in his tone as you focused on slathering lotion on your cracking skin.

"it's our baby."

he shook his head, "i still want to be your main focus. only me."

you let of a harsh breath of surrender, pressing your hand on his cheeks, "of course, you'll still be my main focus." a smile grew on his face, as his lips melted against your own.

#writing: thirsts #also toshi-nii would have lactation kink i jyst know it #your breasts swelling and in pain he has no issue to suck on it to ease the pain ding ding #noritoshi kamo x reader #noritoshi kamo smut #tw pseudocest #tw forced breeding #tw manipulation #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #jujutsu kaisen imagines #nii chan series #toshi nii series

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rukunas · 3 years

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pairing: eijiro kirishima x fem!reader

word count: 1.8k

authors note: this is for the ditzy ‘n diamonds collab, please check out everyone’s works, they’re all so so talented! i’m so glad i got to be a part of this <3

warnings: sugar!daddy/sugar!baby relationship, daddy kink, breeding kink, age gap (kirishima’s age is never stated, but age gap is implied), size kink, edging, slight manipulation, undertones of dacryphilia, blowjob, cunnilingus, smut, 18+

“Will you marry me?”

The cheers and flashes of cameras behind you aren’t enough to deter you from the glowing ruby eyes and the shimmering diamond. The sight makes you lose your words, the rapid bobbing of your head enough to confirm your commitment as Kirishima breaks into a smile and wraps his thick arms around your delicate body.

You pepper his jaw with kisses as he slips the ring onto your finger. The rock absolutely massive— who knows how much it’s worth. Definitely more than anything he’s ever bought you, which is quite impressive. He’s gotten you a Rolls Royce for your birthday— Your 22nd is a big one, y’know, he said when he showed you the car with a giant red bow on it— an entire walk-in closet filled to the brim with brands you cannot pronounce because they’re all in French and Italian, and even the blue sapphire heart necklace Kate Winslet wore in Titanic.

But this— Kirishima has clearly outdone himself. Your sugar-daddy-turned-lover loves to see your eyes widen whenever he gets you whatever you desire, never denying your wants whenever you gaze at the mannequins at luxury stores or at the little glass displays at the jewelers. He’ll do anything to make you happy— his bank account doesn’t have limits, just like his love towards you.

And when he drags you back to your shared penthouse at the end of the night, he knows that you will want to pay him back in your own way.

“How do you like your ring, princess?” He hums as the two of you ride the elevator.

You want to pull him down for a kiss, trying to tug at the collar of his suit, but he’s just too tall. Kirishima loves it when you huff and frown— he just can’t help but tease you this way.

“S’pretty, Daddy, love it so much. Wanna give you a kiss.” You push up on the tips of your toes, trying to gain the slightest bit of height. This time, Kirishima takes mercy, bending down to press his lips against yours, taking in the sweet taste of your cherry lipstick. When the elevator doors open behind you, he simply gathers you in his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he heads for the couch.

“Love it more than me?” He fakes a pout as he sits down, you seated right in his lap.

You frantically shake your head in shock— “No! Eiji, I love you so much. Let me show you, please.” You roll your hips directly on his erection, leaning forward so Kirishima can get a nice view of your cleavage, as if your tits weren’t already on display in that skimpy dress he picked out for you. He cannot hold back his groan as you unzip his trousers, palming him through his boxers.

“Go ahead. Show Daddy how much you love him.”

You quickly take control, slipping down on your knees to properly pull his pants down. Tugging the waist of his boxers reveals just how hard he is. Kirishima’s length is massive, just like the rest of him, making your mouth pool in saliva and pussy clench in anticipation. “‘S big.” You sigh in appreciation.

Taking your left hand, you give him a few pumps, watching in delight as his tip begins to leak milky drops. The two of you become mesmerized by how the light catches the diamond as you stroke him, the cool metal of the ring making Kirishima mutter “Fuck” underneath his breath.

Your tongue lolls out from between your lips to suckle his tip, glancing between your mascara-thick lashes to see how Kirishima’s eyes roll back. His hand quickly grabs your head, fisting your hair to steady himself.

“Fuck, baby.” He growls as you force yourself down, only managing to get halfway before you pull back up to gasp for air. It’s the furthest anyone has ever gotten, which makes Kirishima smile in pride. Only you, his most precious girl, can make him feel the most satisfied.

After a few more attempts of getting him in your throat as deep as possible, Kirishima tugs you back by your hair, lifting you up to lay you on the couch. “Let me make you feel good, princess. Be a good girl for me, yeah?”

You nod your head, already beginning to melt as Kirishima’s rough hands bunch up your dress at your waist before pulling down your soaked panties. He fists them and moves the fabric towards his nose to inhale, an action that makes you blush in embarrassment. “Eiji!”

He grins without any guilt. “Sorry, darling. Can’t help myself.” He lowers his head and nudges your thighs apart before licking down your slit.

Kirishima could spend eternity between your legs, letting his entire life go by by staying there. He is an addict when it comes to your syrupy slick sticking on his tongue, the breathless moans you let out even though you are trying your hardest to stay quiet, and the way you squirm when he purposely rubs his rough stubble against your soft thighs. “Hurts!” You like to cry out, but he knows you’re a bit of a masochist, so he does it even harder.

“Eiji, m’so close.” You groan as he pushes his tongue in and out of your winking hole, completely avoiding your puffy bud.

“Cum then, princess. Go ahead, ‘m not stopping ya.” He says, but it’s muffled with how his mouth is pressed against you. He’s hiding a smirk when you whine, fully aware that you can’t without stimulating your clit.

Kirishima loves to give you anything you want without a fight when it comes to material goods, sure. But when it comes to this, he’d like to hear you beg and plead until you become a pathetic slut, desperate for his touch and attention. He lifts his head when he notices how you’ve begun to roll your hips, hoping to rub yourself against his face.

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

You gasp when his thumb lands on your clit. But he simply presses on it, not circling it like he needs to. “Need you, Eiji!”

Kirishima moves his hand down to your hole, pushing a finger in. “Here?” He moves back up to your clit, gently slapping it. “Or here?”

You don’t know how to answer— if you say my pussy, then he’ll just continue the night without ever touching your clit (he’s done it before, fucking you all night but never letting you cum after getting you spent $100,000 on his credit card), if you say my clit, then he won’t even put his cock in, simply eating you out until you sob from overstimulation.

This is how he gets you back from spending all of his money, this is how he punishes you, this is how he has you wrapped around his finger.

And you wouldn’t want it any other way.

Dismissing his question completely, you decide to give him a better answer. “Eiji, please, I just want you, wanna cum on your cock, please!”

He smirks, surprisingly pleased with your answer. He decides to take mercy on you today, after all, he’s just made you his fiancé, you deserve a reward. “C’mon then. Fuck yourself on my cock.”

He leans back, his hands coming to rest behind his head as he gives you room to adjust. You hate it when he makes you ride him— you’re a pillow princess at heart, but you cannot deny how sexy the view of his biceps and chest is when you get to fuck him like this.

Using your hand to guide his cock, you slowly seat yourself down on him, it taking a few tries for his head to finally line up with your hole. Your thighs burn at the effort of staying upright, but your walls hurt even more as they stretch to accommodate him. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you are never used to his size.

“Ah!” You whimper, feeling ever so full. Looking down, you see that you still have a good five inches left to take in your cunt, but you cannot get yourself to seat yourself down, especially without him prepping you with his fingers.

“Thought you wanted to show how much you love me and your new ring, baby,” Kirishima says, frowning when you start to lift back up instead of trying to get all the way down.

“Love you s’much, Daddy, please!” You cry, tears beginning to prickle the corners of your eyes. You love him so much, but everything hurts. Desperate, you take your hand to play with your clit by yourself, hoping it can relax your walls, but Kirishima your hand away, keeping your wrist pinned against his chest.

“All of it, darling. Show me you’re a good girl and take it all.”

With a whimper, you force yourself down, down, down, tears flowing freely at the painful pleasure that erupts in your lower tummy. Kirishima does nothing to help, simply spreading your cunny lips with his thumbs so that he can see how you take him like the good girl you are, watching you greedily swallow everything he has to offer.

Finally, finally, when your thighs meet his and you can feel his tip smushed against your cervix, Kirishima moves his fingers to pinch your clit, shushing your sobs.

“Good fucking girl, what was all that cryin’ for? My pretty baby, did so good for me, lemme make you feel good, huh? You like that? I’ll buy you a nice lil’ necklace that goes with your new ring, hm? Just let me fuck you, be a good girl for a little longer, let Daddy make you feel so good.”

Sniffling and nodding your head, Kirishima gives you a soft kiss— one you are quite familiar with. A pure kiss that acts as a sweet apology before he completely and utterly destroys you.

Planting his feet on the floor, Kirishima grabs you by the waist as he fucks up into you, thrusting hard and deep. You can’t keep up with his movements, your moans ripping out from the back of your throat as Kirishima uses you like a fuck doll, bouncing you up and down on his cock with ease.

But he also makes sure to put your pleasure first, thumbing your clit until you orgasm, once, twice. When you reach your high for the third time, you having to rest on his shoulder for stability, he’s telling you that you’re his precious girl, that he’ll buy you the entire world if it means he gets to see you fall apart for him like this.

You take the smallest bit of energy you have left inside you to tell him that you love him, that you cannot wait to be married to him—“Daddy, wanna be your wife, wanna have your kids, I just love you s’much”— and he loses it, hips losing their momentum as he bites down your shoulder to cum inside your womb, fucking it deeper and deeper, surely enough securing the future.

Kirishima kisses you again— another one that you recognize. A sensual kiss that is filled with hopes and dreams and love. “Baby, whatever you want, you got.”

ahhh i kinda rushed the end because i started getting lazy, i hope it was still good tho !!

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