Aizawa's - BARBIE ♥︎

“Other foot,” he grunts.

He’s taken a knee in front of you, focused on sliding a ruffled sock that looks like it belongs in a little girls dresser up your ankle. The whole outfit belongs in a little girls dresser. All fluff and lace, with cute black bows and delicate satin trim. Adorable for a child, utterly humiliating for a grown woman. Your lips press in a tight line, but you reluctantly hold out the other leg, trying not to cringe at the delicacy with which he cups the heel; the soft kiss he presses into your calf.

“I can do it on my own you know…” you mumble, but he doesn’t respond. Not that you need an answer to know his thoughts on the matter. You’ve heard his excuse hundreds of times at this point.

“It gives me peace of mind knowing you’re being taken care of.”

Once he’s finished he takes a few steps back to admire his handy work, greedy eyes raking over your body as he mumbles to himself, something about you being adorable. Heat pools in your cheeks thinking of how ridiculous you must look, what with the ruffles and frills and dainty kitty ears. You could check, if you really wanted. There’s a mirror in the corner you could glance at. But you have a feeling that ignorance might be bliss in this situation. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” A gentle hand runs up your thigh, drawing a shaky breath from your chest. “My cute little kitty-cat.” 

You can’t hold back your wince at that. 

“Just one last piece and then we’re done, ok?” He purrs, a small but dangerous smirk curling up on his lips, “Bend over for me.”

He doesn’t give you time to question it before hoisting you up and flipping you over onto your tummy, pulling up layers of skirt until he reaches the black, cotton panties underneath and  impatiently yanks them down your thighs. Your eyes blow wide as the cool air hits your. You twist nervously to see what exactly he’s doing, but when you see what he’s holding your heart sinks to your ass.

A silver buttplug attached to a fluffy, black cat tail.

Immediately, you start struggling. The costume is one thing, but this? This is too far. He’s never done anal before. What demon possessed him to introduce it now? A thick forearm presses down on your lower back, holding you in place as his other hand winds back to leave a smack on your ass. 

He leans over so he’s level with your ear. “Stop struggling. The more you tense up the more it will hurt.” 

“Aizawa, please-” 

“I said stop struggling (Y/N). Don’t make me say it again.” and he’s firmer this time, pressing more weight down on your torso.

It’s humiliating how quickly that tone brings you to heel. 

You squeeze your eyes shut tight, gripping the bedsheets hard as the cap of the lube pops open. The way your body tenses as his thumb swipes over your pucker, shocking the hot skin with cold liquid, shooting chills down your spine, renders any attempts at relaxing useless. Still, Aizawa continues. Rubbing a hand up and down your back, shushing your cries. His efforts at consoling you do nothing to quell the sob that tears from your throat when his thumb dips past the entrance.

He snakes his arm around your stomach, pressing his chest hot against your back so you can’t wriggle away. The fat digit presses in slowly, sinking deeper and deeper into your virgin hole, stretching you impossibly wide despite your body's resistance. It hurts. Burns. By the time it pops past your sphincter and finally sinks down to the knuckle your breathing is labored and your back is dewy with sweat.

“That’s it, baby.” he coos, his breath hot against your neck, “You’re doing well…”

His thumb starts moving, then. Slowly sliding in and out, wiggling around your tight cavern with no regard for your sobs. All of your pleas for mercy get swallowed by your tears, leaving you only with pained groans and whimpers to communicate your displeasure.

You don’t notice him pull his thumb out, not until you feel him lift himself off of your back and the cool metal of the plug against your entrance. All you have the energy for is a couple pitiful mewls of protest. Aizawa quickly cuts those off with a tender kiss on the lips. “You’re alright. I’m here. Now take a big breath for me…” 

You don't take a big breath. The moment he starts pushing the plug in you forget how to breathe. Your walls clench, fighting to force out the unwelcome intrusion but the resistance only serves to worsen the pain. It stretches you wider and wider; so wide you feel like you might pop. Just before your stomach contents can crawl up your throat the widest part pops past the rim and your hole finally swallows it.

You heave as he pulls away. In pain or humiliation you can’t tell. Aizawa shushes you, kissing you at the nape as he flips your dress back down, pulling the tail through a little hole cut in the back that you hadn’t bothered thinking about until now.

“What a good girl…” he purrs, pulling you up onto his lap, not letting your attempts at evading his kisses stop him from peppering them onto your neck. “That was so hard, I know, but I think it was worth it. Look how adorable you look baby…”

He tilts your head up so you look in the mirror, and when you see yourself, dressed up like a dainty little doll on your kidnappers lap with no hope of escape, you think you might be in hell.

poor nanami has always been bothered by someone. someone with white hair, someone who killed for a living, those who spread negativity around the world. he is a patient and mature man. he respects those under him, he respects those above him, those opposite of him and even younger than him.

in the privacy of his office, nanami had little patience for you. he never liked the nervous feeling you gave him or how he always stopped to listen when you spoke. but he did like how strong you were. how determined and soft you were. your skin... your hair... your gaze... your body.

yet he also felt the urge to shut you the fuck up. to make you crumble and whimper at his feet, he wants to break you in. for you to paw at his pants leg, trembling and whimpering his name... gets him hot.

a shaky gasp snatched him from his taunting thoughts. he looked down, his eyes darting to your form. your being bent over his knee as he sat on the couch in his office, your chest pressed into his bulging thighs, your back arching as you tugged on his pants.

pained gasps escaped your throat with each whip against your sensitive skin. the mean man made you count, he made you hold yourself open so he can spank your bare folds. he had his yellow spotted tie wrapped around his hand and he striked it down on you.

each harsh smack from the tie made waves of heat shoot down your body to your drooling cunt. he sucked his teeth as he saw you were enjoying this. each sadistic cell in his body wanted him to tear you apart. he wanted you to be sorry for pushing past his limits today.

"How many are we at? Do we need to start over again?"

his monotoned voice boomed at you. you wanted to roll over and die since you lost count again. this is the second time, and you're sure he can go longer. you shook your head, hiding your face in his pants, pleading at him to fuck you. your hands make their way to his bulge, pressing against it, and he threw his head back with a throaty groan.

he was patient man, he promised to take his time with you the first time. yet this time felt like something else. it felt so instinctual and real as he manhandled you into the classic doggy position. it felt intense when he knocked your arms from under you and pressed into the small of your back, making your face press into the couch. it felt degrading when he bullied his cock in your tight hole. it hurt so bad that it hurt good as he pressed so deep, he touched your cervix.

yet it felt so... fulfilling. to finally get fucked so deep after a lengthy punishment. your bottom stung with each heavy thrust of his hips. his pelvis slammed into you and you fucked back on him. pushing your hips into him each time he dug his cock so deep.

"Can you take me? Take my come deep inside? Can you do it? Hmm, girl... Tell me you want it."

he digged so deep in your guts that each time he pulled away you felt a relief and each flex of his strong hips had you bucking down and going dumb. he chuckled as he saw the lewd sight of your body stretched obscenely around his thick cock. the sight made him swell.

his large hand reeled back before smacking the tie against the skin of your bottom again, the action making you squeal, and your hands come around to protect the skin. he found your pathetic actions amusing. nanami pulled on your hands, hard and tight behind your back, and wrapped them up with his yellow spotted tie. using them as leverage to find his release. he jerked you back and you hung your head, too fucked out to even fuck back on him.

he pulled out just to flex his hips and push back into your heat. he listened to your squeals, he just didn't care if it hurt. he found you trying to resist him, incredibly funny.

he looked down at your trembling body, being jerked back and forth by his strong arms, made him swell again. your moans and bubbled whimpers made him throb, and he threw his head back. his pace quickening with each desperate whimper.

he then buried himself at the hilt and spilled himself into your needy womb. he felt you milk him and flutter around him as he forced you to stay pinned against him.

he breathed deeply before pulling away and letting your body drop back onto the couch. he sat back and watched your body as it jerked and jolted. his eyes pinned on your drooling cunt. watching his spend slide down your puggy thighs and goob onto the couch.

he saw his tie slip from your restrained wrists and fall off the couch and onto the floor where your clothing laid.

he sucked his teeth and stood up, fixing his appearance as he told you to gather yourself. make yourself presentable like he didnt fuck and spank you from an inch of your life.

poor nanami has always been bothered by someone. someone with white hair, someone who killed for a living, those who spread negativity around the world. he is a patient and mature man. he respects those under him, he respects those above him, those opposite of him and even younger than him.

in the privacy of his office, nanami had little patience for you. he never liked the nervous feeling you gave him or how he always stopped to listen when you spoke. but he did like how strong you were. how determined and soft you were. your skin... your hair... your gaze... your body.

yet he also felt the urge to shut you the fuck up. to make you crumble and whimper at his feet, he wants to break you in. for you to paw at his pants leg, trembling and whimpering his name... gets him hot.

a shaky gasp snatched him from his taunting thoughts. he looked down, his eyes darting to your form. your being bent over his knee as he sat on the couch in his office, your chest pressed into his bulging thighs, your back arching as you tugged on his pants.

pained gasps escaped your throat with each whip against your sensitive skin. the mean man made you count, he made you hold yourself open so he can spank your bare folds. he had his yellow spotted tie wrapped around his hand and he striked it down on you.

each harsh smack from the tie made waves of heat shoot down your body to your drooling cunt. he sucked his teeth as he saw you were enjoying this. each sadistic cell in his body wanted him to tear you apart. he wanted you to be sorry for pushing past his limits today.

"How many are we at? Do we need to start over again?"

his monotoned voice boomed at you. you wanted to roll over and die since you lost count again. this is the second time, and you're sure he can go longer. you shook your head, hiding your face in his pants, pleading at him to fuck you. your hands make their way to his bulge, pressing against it, and he threw his head back with a throaty groan.

he was patient man, he promised to take his time with you the first time. yet this time felt like something else. it felt so instinctual and real as he manhandled you into the classic doggy position. it felt intense when he knocked your arms from under you and pressed into the small of your back, making your face press into the couch. it felt degrading when he bullied his cock in your tight hole. it hurt so bad that it hurt good as he pressed so deep, he touched your cervix.

yet it felt so... fulfilling. to finally get fucked so deep after a lengthy punishment. your bottom stung with each heavy thrust of his hips. his pelvis slammed into you and you fucked back on him. pushing your hips into him each time he dug his cock so deep.

"Can you take me? Take my come deep inside? Can you do it? Hmm, girl... Tell me you want it."

he digged so deep in your guts that each time he pulled away you felt a relief and each flex of his strong hips had you bucking down and going dumb. he chuckled as he saw the lewd sight of your body stretched obscenely around his thick cock. the sight made him swell.

his large hand reeled back before smacking the tie against the skin of your bottom again, the action making you squeal, and your hands come around to protect the skin. he found your pathetic actions amusing. nanami pulled on your hands, hard and tight behind your back, and wrapped them up with his yellow spotted tie. using them as leverage to find his release. he jerked you back and you hung your head, too fucked out to even fuck back on him.

he pulled out just to flex his hips and push back into your heat. he listened to your squeals, he just didn't care if it hurt. he found you trying to resist him, incredibly funny.

he looked down at your trembling body, being jerked back and forth by his strong arms, made him swell again. your moans and bubbled whimpers made him throb, and he threw his head back. his pace quickening with each desperate whimper.

he then buried himself at the hilt and spilled himself into your needy womb. he felt you milk him and flutter around him as he forced you to stay pinned against him.

he breathed deeply before pulling away and letting your body drop back onto the couch. he sat back and watched your body as it jerked and jolted. his eyes pinned on your drooling cunt. watching his spend slide down your puggy thighs and goob onto the couch.

he saw his tie slip from your restrained wrists and fall off the couch and onto the floor where your clothing laid.

he sucked his teeth and stood up, fixing his appearance as he told you to gather yourself. make yourself presentable like he didnt fuck and spank you from an inch of your life.

poor nanami has always been bothered by someone. someone with white hair, someone who killed for a living, those who spread negativity around the world. he is a patient and mature man. he respects those under him, he respects those above him, those opposite of him and even younger than him.

in the privacy of his office, nanami had little patience for you. he never liked the nervous feeling you gave him or how he always stopped to listen when you spoke. but he did like how strong you were. how determined and soft you were. your skin... your hair... your gaze... your body.

yet he also felt the urge to shut you the fuck up. to make you crumble and whimper at his feet, he wants to break you in. for you to paw at his pants leg, trembling and whimpering his name... gets him hot.

a shaky gasp snatched him from his taunting thoughts. he looked down, his eyes darting to your form. your being bent over his knee as he sat on the couch in his office, your chest pressed into his bulging thighs, your back arching as you tugged on his pants.

pained gasps escaped your throat with each whip against your sensitive skin. the mean man made you count, he made you hold yourself open so he can spank your bare folds. he had his yellow spotted tie wrapped around his hand and he striked it down on you.

each harsh smack from the tie made waves of heat shoot down your body to your drooling cunt. he sucked his teeth as he saw you were enjoying this. each sadistic cell in his body wanted him to tear you apart. he wanted you to be sorry for pushing past his limits today.

"How many are we at? Do we need to start over again?"

his monotoned voice boomed at you. you wanted to roll over and die since you lost count again. this is the second time, and you're sure he can go longer. you shook your head, hiding your face in his pants, pleading at him to fuck you. your hands make their way to his bulge, pressing against it, and he threw his head back with a throaty groan.

he was patient man, he promised to take his time with you the first time. yet this time felt like something else. it felt so instinctual and real as he manhandled you into the classic doggy position. it felt intense when he knocked your arms from under you and pressed into the small of your back, making your face press into the couch. it felt degrading when he bullied his cock in your tight hole. it hurt so bad that it hurt good as he pressed so deep, he touched your cervix.

yet it felt so... fulfilling. to finally get fucked so deep after a lengthy punishment. your bottom stung with each heavy thrust of his hips. his pelvis slammed into you and you fucked back on him. pushing your hips into him each time he dug his cock so deep.

"Can you take me? Take my come deep inside? Can you do it? Hmm, girl... Tell me you want it."

he digged so deep in your guts that each time he pulled away you felt a relief and each flex of his strong hips had you bucking down and going dumb. he chuckled as he saw the lewd sight of your body stretched obscenely around his thick cock. the sight made him swell.

his large hand reeled back before smacking the tie against the skin of your bottom again, the action making you squeal, and your hands come around to protect the skin. he found your pathetic actions amusing. nanami pulled on your hands, hard and tight behind your back, and wrapped them up with his yellow spotted tie. using them as leverage to find his release. he jerked you back and you hung your head, too fucked out to even fuck back on him.

he pulled out just to flex his hips and push back into your heat. he listened to your squeals, he just didn't care if it hurt. he found you trying to resist him, incredibly funny.

he looked down at your trembling body, being jerked back and forth by his strong arms, made him swell again. your moans and bubbled whimpers made him throb, and he threw his head back. his pace quickening with each desperate whimper.

he then buried himself at the hilt and spilled himself into your needy womb. he felt you milk him and flutter around him as he forced you to stay pinned against him.

he breathed deeply before pulling away and letting your body drop back onto the couch. he sat back and watched your body as it jerked and jolted. his eyes pinned on your drooling cunt. watching his spend slide down your puggy thighs and goob onto the couch.

he saw his tie slip from your restrained wrists and fall off the couch and onto the floor where your clothing laid.

he sucked his teeth and stood up, fixing his appearance as he told you to gather yourself. make yourself presentable like he didnt fuck and spank you from an inch of your life.

poor nanami has always been bothered by someone. someone with white hair, someone who killed for a living, those who spread negativity around the world. he is a patient and mature man. he respects those under him, he respects those above him, those opposite of him and even younger than him.

in the privacy of his office, nanami had little patience for you. he never liked the nervous feeling you gave him or how he always stopped to listen when you spoke. but he did like how strong you were. how determined and soft you were. your skin... your hair... your gaze... your body.

yet he also felt the urge to shut you the fuck up. to make you crumble and whimper at his feet, he wants to break you in. for you to paw at his pants leg, trembling and whimpering his name... gets him hot.

a shaky gasp snatched him from his taunting thoughts. he looked down, his eyes darting to your form. your being bent over his knee as he sat on the couch in his office, your chest pressed into his bulging thighs, your back arching as you tugged on his pants.

pained gasps escaped your throat with each whip against your sensitive skin. the mean man made you count, he made you hold yourself open so he can spank your bare folds. he had his yellow spotted tie wrapped around his hand and he striked it down on you.

each harsh smack from the tie made waves of heat shoot down your body to your drooling cunt. he sucked his teeth as he saw you were enjoying this. each sadistic cell in his body wanted him to tear you apart. he wanted you to be sorry for pushing past his limits today.

"How many are we at? Do we need to start over again?"

his monotoned voice boomed at you. you wanted to roll over and die since you lost count again. this is the second time, and you're sure he can go longer. you shook your head, hiding your face in his pants, pleading at him to fuck you. your hands make their way to his bulge, pressing against it, and he threw his head back with a throaty groan.

he was patient man, he promised to take his time with you the first time. yet this time felt like something else. it felt so instinctual and real as he manhandled you into the classic doggy position. it felt intense when he knocked your arms from under you and pressed into the small of your back, making your face press into the couch. it felt degrading when he bullied his cock in your tight hole. it hurt so bad that it hurt good as he pressed so deep, he touched your cervix.

yet it felt so... fulfilling. to finally get fucked so deep after a lengthy punishment. your bottom stung with each heavy thrust of his hips. his pelvis slammed into you and you fucked back on him. pushing your hips into him each time he dug his cock so deep.

"Can you take me? Take my come deep inside? Can you do it? Hmm, girl... Tell me you want it."

he digged so deep in your guts that each time he pulled away you felt a relief and each flex of his strong hips had you bucking down and going dumb. he chuckled as he saw the lewd sight of your body stretched obscenely around his thick cock. the sight made him swell.

his large hand reeled back before smacking the tie against the skin of your bottom again, the action making you squeal, and your hands come around to protect the skin. he found your pathetic actions amusing. nanami pulled on your hands, hard and tight behind your back, and wrapped them up with his yellow spotted tie. using them as leverage to find his release. he jerked you back and you hung your head, too fucked out to even fuck back on him.

he pulled out just to flex his hips and push back into your heat. he listened to your squeals, he just didn't care if it hurt. he found you trying to resist him, incredibly funny.

he looked down at your trembling body, being jerked back and forth by his strong arms, made him swell again. your moans and bubbled whimpers made him throb, and he threw his head back. his pace quickening with each desperate whimper.

he then buried himself at the hilt and spilled himself into your needy womb. he felt you milk him and flutter around him as he forced you to stay pinned against him.

he breathed deeply before pulling away and letting your body drop back onto the couch. he sat back and watched your body as it jerked and jolted. his eyes pinned on your drooling cunt. watching his spend slide down your puggy thighs and goob onto the couch.

he saw his tie slip from your restrained wrists and fall off the couch and onto the floor where your clothing laid.

he sucked his teeth and stood up, fixing his appearance as he told you to gather yourself. make yourself presentable like he didnt fuck and spank you from an inch of your life.

its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.

it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?

Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.

your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.

"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"

he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.

his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.

dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.

he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.

when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.

he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.

"Lets see how well you take me..."

he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.

he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.

Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.

now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.

his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.

breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.

a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.

its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.

it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?

Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.

your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.

"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"

he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.

his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.

dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.

he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.

when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.

he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.

"Lets see how well you take me..."

he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.

he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.

Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.

now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.

his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.

breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.

a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.

its so late into the night that only those with poor sleep schedules and those with early starts into their morning would be up. but he just had poor little you practically bouncing on his dick. Reiner Braun is a truck driver, someone who drives large shipments of cargo all over the country. highway to highway, large pay to large pay, cute girls pressed into his thighs at each stop.

it gets tiring, of course, driving state to state, but what makes it better than a pretty little passenger princess? someone who is down to ride all the time, someone who wants you all the time? someone who couldn't even fathom a thought other than to be smothered with his scent?

Reiner couldnt even think properly as he drove. his nose twitching with each and every little sound that escaped your plump lips. his mind practically dizzy with each breath as he took in your intoxicating scent. the scent of your heat, it was that time of the year again. when omega's yearn for their mate and only their mate. he wanted to pull over right now yet he couldnt so he made you wait. he had no obligations so you took the initiative to stretch and prep yourself so all he had to do was slid right in.

your sick, wet, sounds made his mouth water. your whines made his hands sweat with slight nervousness as he turned into a rest spot and turned off the semi-truck.

"Please, Reiner, please please, I need you!"

he clumbered into the cabin, his shoulders knocking things over while he leaned over the part where you laid, a whole other compartment. the compartment is just a thick mattress coupled with plenty of blankets, plushes, and pillows. your whining caught his attention again once your hands raised to pull him down, your head tucked into his neck. he comforted you with a coo and your frantic actions by sliding a rough hand down your bare back, drawing shudders and shivers from you. his fingers probbed at your cunt, quickly burying them inside you. you whined into his neck, begging him to hurry and fill you yet he just hushed you, telling you to be quiet and let him take control.

his fingers began their work, sliding so deep, curling them straight into your g-spot before bringing them out... just to hear the squelch before doing it all again.

dragging his fingers out before pressing so deep, deeper than your fingers could ever reach. playing with your g-spot just had you crying into his neck. circling his fingers around your little nub had a drawn out whine escaping your lips. heats made omegas so submissive and compliant, so sensitive and whiny that just within a few strokes of his thick fingers had you gushing around him.

he sucked his teeth in a small form of apperiation before he set a smack into your slobbering cunt. the action bringing a squeal from you. you looked confused before he set a series of little slaps and rubs along your slit, bringing you closer and closer to yet another high.

when he was done, your thighs trembled with little overstimulation and he undid his jeans before sliding them down and under a heavy pair of jewels. he tapped his tip on your cunt, getting little jumps from you and impaitent whines. you were laying on your side and he raised one thigh to rest on his shoulders while your other thigh was trapped between his legs.

he was so well endowed that he was almost scary, his head so blunt with an addicting dark red color and a musky scent just had your head spinning and going dumb. he tapped your clit again before he began to push his hips in. his tip getting caught on your hole, exciting squeaks from your lips before he successfully breached your hole.

"Lets see how well you take me..."

he drawled as he slid home. going slow, because if he went fast youd go dumb too quick. your hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing onto anything to stable yourself. your hands found his button up shirt, tugging and pulling on it as you choked on your breath. you swore it felt like he touched your throat with each little rut to gives you.

he continued, your eyes rolling back before his tip pressed into your gummy cervix is where you cried out, your hands now pushing him away because it hurt too good.

Reiner sighed because it was like this each and every time you fucked. he entered you, you freaked out and wanted to get away and he dragged your back, pinned you down and fucked you to tears.

now, he smacked your hands away before pinning both wrists above your head and entered the rest of the way with a low grunt. his own eyes rolling back. a squeak got his attention and he looked down at your fucked out expression. your eyes dazed in a simple headspace while your lips opened and drool pooled out. a moment or two passed before you were up and begging him to fuck you with vigar. he tugged on your wagging tail, pulling a sensitive sob from your bitten lips, and with an amused huff he pulled on it again.

his mean hips coming back before he rutted them back into you. your whimpers and cries practically falling on deaf ears as he chased his own release. it took so long, his stamina so high that you came just 2 more times before he spilled his load into you.

breeding you and riding out your climax with a grind of his hips. he groaned as you clenched around him, he threw back his head and dragged your hips toward him so you guys stayed connected and he sat back on his haunches. your thighs shaking on either side of him.

a moment of rest passes before he reeled his hips back again and fucked his cum back into you. your back arched with a wail from the overstimulating sensations. he fucked you so good and so hard, by the next round you couldnt speak. too warm and fuzzy with the aftershocks of the pleasure. just too dumb.

You never intended to be an office siren. When you applied for the job all you wanted was to make rent. This was your first “adult” job, so in adult fashion, you tried to keep things professional. 

Emphasis on tried.

It's just... how could you work to your fullest when you were spending all day fantasizing about those toned forearms pinning you down? How were you supposed to answer emails when you were busy wondering if he looked better in or out of his suit? Everyday he sat five feet away from you looking so pent-up and fuckable, could you really be blamed for getting distracted? The hit to your productivity was a detriment to the company. You were just being a responsible employee by fixing the issue.

Yes, he’s ten years your senior. Yes, there’s a blaring ethical issue with a boss fucking his secretary. But he’s a man of childrearing age and you’re a fertile young woman; it’s not your fault you have biological urges.

Besides, it’s not like he’s absolved from blame. You certainly don’t force him to lie down on the couch in his office and pull you onto his face. The desire for you to cum on his nose is entirely his own.

“Fuck, Y/N.” his groan vibrates up into your core, pulling the knot in your stomach tight. One rough hand lies at your waist, following your hips as they roll against his mouth. The other works at his perked up cock, lazily tugging up and down as he devours your cunt. “That’s it baby, ride my fuckin’ nose.”

He’s been at it for nearly half your lunch break now, lapping and sucking at your folds in lieu of his actual meal - not that you’re complaining. How could you, when his tongue is so adamant? It flicks through your folds greedily to earn more of your juice, savoring the salty-sweet taste he’s become so addicted to. Every slurp, lap and suck is catered specifically to your preferences.

You've done well with him. When you first took him under your wing he’d never even eaten pussy before, in fact, he’d only ever slept with two women. Not for lack of desire, he told you, he just never had the time or confidence to flirt in his twenties. Before he knew it, time got away from him and he was past the age where hookups are deemed socially acceptable. 

Your heart broke for him. A man as handsome as him shouldn't be having mediocre sex. So you, being the selfless woman you are, offered to help him make up for lost time. 

It only took one blowjob for him to overlook the ethics of the situation.

With a gentle hand, patience, and lots of encouragement, you’ve turned the businessman into a first rate manslut. He fucks and eats pussy like a veteran now and he’s always eager to get more practice, he drags you onto his face nearly every time he calls you into his office.

He’s come a long, long way, your little pet project.

Inadvertently, you thrust your hips forward, grinding your clit against the bridge of his nose. His tongue burrows itself into your hole, and that’s enough to send you over the edge. Your belly goes taut, your thighs clamp around his ears and you bite your lip to stifle your scream as the contractions roll through your body. Each one sets off fireworks. Fizzing and popping like sparklers in your tummy. Mind-numbing, toe-curling, perfection.

He’s an absolute mess when you climb off of his face. Completely blissed out, face dripping with juices and saliva, glistening in the light pouring through the window. The collar of his pristine white dress shirt is drenched and wrinkled, most likely ruined, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. No, his hungry eyes haven't left that cute little mound between your legs.

“Bend over the desk.” he growls, leaving a smack on your ass as you pull yourself up, and despite the sting you can’t help but smile at his confidence. He’s a far cry from the man he was before you got your hands on him.

You decide to reward him with a little show; swaying your hips teasingly as your stilettos click across the floor, obediently laying yourself over the smooth mahogany, keeping a light arch in your back so he has a nice view of your ass. 

You smile coyly at his reddened face, “You coming, Boss?”

His adam's apple bobs and he makes his way over, eyes dark and dilated, cock leaking beads he positions himself between your legs.

“We only have fifteen minutes before my lunch ends,” you purr, “You think that’s enough time to make us both cum?”

"That’s more than enough~" he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking back so he can purr in your ear, "Do you want my cock in this tight little cunt, Y/N? Do you want me to fill you up?"

You frantically nod, accentuating the act with an exaggerated whimper and needy roll of your hips.

"Beg for it then." he hisses.

If you were in a sadistic mood you might test how long you could make him hold out, but you feel like indulging him today, so you look back at him all teary and doe-eyed. "Please, please, please, Sir. I need your thick cock in my tight little cunt! I can't - Ah! - I can't take it anymore!"

A loud groan tumbles past his lips as he lines himself up, tracing the fat head up and down your slit,  “Slutty thing. That’s alright baby, I’ll give you what you—”

The clink of something falling off his desk interrupts the thought. The object in question rolls a few feet across the wood floor before wobbling in circles and finally lying flat.

His wedding band glitters innocently in the afternoon sun, silently mocking its owner and his mistress.

Ah, the elephant in the room.

Yes, you know he’s married. If the ring wasn’t enough of a tell, the picture of the two of them on his desk is. He's about a decade younger in it, grinning wide as she presses a kiss to his cheek. They took it in France during their honeymoon, he told you. 

You’ve never met his wife, but you can tell from the picture that she’s the quintessential college sweetheart. The type of girl who’s never drank, smoked or had a cavity. The kind of girl you propose too at the park and settle down with in a white picket fence suburban neighborhood. The kind of girl who says “Not tonight, honey.” when you ask to have sex at the end of a stressful day.

In layman's terms, she's boring.

And clearly, she isn’t taking care of him correctly. He was so obviously pent up when you started flirting with him, just a glimpse of your cleavage was all it took to get him rock hard.

Of course it’s morally reprehensible, but you could argue that making him work his dull 9-5 everyday for nothing in return is wrong too. Somebody had to help the guy out. If she wasn’t going to do her job then you’d have to do it for her.

The guilt nearly killed him at first. The day after the first blowjob he dragged you into his office and furiously—or maybe desperately—started pacing up and down the room. Giving you the “We can’t do this. For Christ’s sake Y/N, I’m married.” speech, whether he was lecturing you or himself, you aren’t entirely sure.

Still, you listened patiently as he rambled, and eventually you decided it was best to back off. It was a disappointment for sure but you'd get over it. You were too hot to be meddling in people's marriages anyway. 

At least directly meddling.

You didn’t make any more blatant advances, but you did start wearing dresses and skirts that fell a tad too short to be considered work appropriate. The necklines of your tops started plunging too, showing off as much cleavage as you could without HR getting up your ass. And you suddenly became very clumsy. “Accidentally” dropping things whenever he was around, or leaning over his desk just enough to give him a nice look down your shirt. 

Five days. He only lasted five days before he pulled you into his office, all but begging on his knees for you to fuck him.

And well, you aren’t to blame if he’s the one who instigated.

You watched with a smug grin as he slipped off his wedding band and took off his pants, wasting no time straddling his lap and sinking down on that poor, needy cock. You rode him like a mechanical bull, chest filled with pride as you looked at that stupid picture of him and his wife. The victory made your orgasm all the more sweet.

You always get what you want in the end.

Despite your literal and metaphorical grip on his balls, however, his wife remains a thorn in your side. Your boss has gone completely soft staring at that dumb ring, thinking of his dumb wife who probably couldn’t suck a dick to save her life. No wonder he’s cheating, the bitch pisses you off and you’ve never even met her.

Holding back an exasperated sigh, you give his tie a gentle tug, shifting your expression to something soft and comforting as he turns back, gently tracing your thumb along his jawline, stopping at his chin to gently tilt it up. And though he obeys the silent command, the shame swimming in his eyes makes your smile waver.

It irks you, for some reason, how upset he is by this. Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe you should have more sympathy, but you can’t push past the desire to keep him for yourself. You may have won, but did you really if his heart is still hers? 

That’s something to address another time. Getting him hard again takes precedence right now, you’re not going to let that bitch get between you and his dick.

You pull yourself off of his desk, grabbing his hand gently. He follows you to the couch—far more hesitantly then you’d like—but he doesn’t complain when you lie him down and climb on top. He never complains when you climb on top. You leave a sweet kiss between his eyebrows and the cute, attention-starved thing burns bright red. Adorable.

“You’re alright.” You caress his stubbled cheek, lulling him with honey-sweet kisses; a siren coaxing a sailor to his doom. “It’s not your fault you have urges, remember? You’re a grown man, it’s not healthy for you to be so pent-up.” 

His throat clicks with a heavy swallow when your hand moves down, gently wrapping around his soft penis, stroking it with feather-light touches, teasingly biting your lip. The rod in your hand fills out shamelessly, and like a bad habit, his eyes flick back down to your pretty cunt. You can tell he’s itching to touch, his morality holding on by a thread, but he’ll always fold to you in the end. You, and your torturous little pocket of bliss.

“That’s it baby.” you purr, picking up his trembling hand and placing it over your clit, “Little circles, just like I taught you.” and as soon as his hand starts moving he’s putty in your hands again, any remaining penitence completely snuffed out.

He’s hypnotized. Pussy-whipped. Rubbing your little pearl with rough pads, working it like a joystick and groaning licentiously as you trace the head of his cock up and down your folds. You line yourself up, leaning forward so you’re hovering just a few centimeters away from his face, close enough to feel his hot breath on your lips.

“We both know she can’t give you what you need. But I can. I’ll make you feel so good~” you purr. One hand finds it's way up his shirt, his heart races in his chest, pulsing wildly under your touch. You can't help your lips from curling up.

You lower yourself so your hole swallows just the tip and his breath hitches beneath you. You clench in response. Just a little squeeze to remind him who makes him feel good, who his cock really belongs too. And if the bubbling moan that passes his lips is anything to go by, he got the memo.

Carefully, with a teasing sort of breathiness, you drag your lips over his neck. Nibbling lightly at his sensitive pulse point and tracing a little heart over his pecs with a sharp, manicured nail before ghosting gently over his ear and cooing with an almost maternal softness, “Just relax. Let me take care of you, okay?”

He melts.

He all but whimpers as you drop yourself down, white-knuckling the sofa, so overwhelmed you swear his eyes start tearing, and when you finally reach the base he groans like he’s seen heaven. You don’t think about his wife, or his ring, or the morality of it all while you bounce on his cock. Not a flicker of guilt passes through your mind when he bucks and fills you with his cum. Why should it? Your job is to ensure your boss's needs are met while he's in the office, and you’re doing just that. His life after five pm is none of your concern, really.

—

About two months later you find an unassuming sticky note on your desk, scrawled over in his chicken-scratch handwriting.

Come to my office at 5, we need to talk.

It strikes you as odd. Normally he’d just come talk to you about any arrangements, lay a gentle hand on your shoulder and bend down to whisper something filthy in your ear, but your boss is nowhere in sight. Not on the office floor checking up on his employees, not in the break room making idle chatter while he refills his coffee, your boss stays holed up in his office all day, and when you walk in to give him his schedule for the upcoming week he only grunts in acknowledgement, never looking up from his computer.

Something is clearly wrong. Normally, he can’t keep his hands off of you—you never leave his office without a slap on the ass and a promise to make you regret wearing whatever curve hugging skirt you put on that day—but he seems to want nothing to do with you, or rather, he seems to be avoiding the fact that he does. The blatant disregard pisses you off, frankly. You put effort into your makeup today.

But more than that, his sudden indifference is unsettling. You can’t put your finger on why; he’s never given you reason to believe that he’s resentful, and despite his dour, professional persona he’s about as intimidating as a newborn kitten. Still, the tension in his office is thick. Thicker than you realize. When you step out you're surprised to find your lungs are aching from holding the breath you walked in with.

You spend the better part of your day trying to convince yourself that you’re just feeling ill. You aren’t nervous. There’s no reason to be. The gut feeling telling you to walk out at five today is just the byproduct of spoiled eggs at breakfast. You’re in control. You always are.

Still, when five o’clock comes your heart is pounding. Alarm bells clang in your head, screaming that something bad is going to happen if you walk through that door. Briefly, an interview from a true crime documentary you once watched plays through your head—the victim was lamenting how she regretted not listening to that “gut feeling” before she got kidnapped—but that’s ridiculous. You know your boss and you’re certain he’s not a kidnapper. The notion itself is ridiculous. You’ll be fine. You’ve been fucking him for three months, him acting weird doesn’t mean today will be any different.

After a few deep breaths you open the door and as promised, he's waiting for you, but not how you expected him to be. Normally, he’d be rolling his hips into his fist by now, impatiently demanding you get on your knees in front of him, but today he’s fully clothed, penis nowhere in sight. Instead, his hands cup a white mug of steaming liquid—an identical one that you presume to be yours sits on the opposite side of his desk—and he seems… tired. Pale and weighted; certainly not aroused in any way.

“You can sit, you know. I’m not angry at you.” he calls vacantly from across the room, not looking up from his cup.

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you realize you’ve been staring. With a thick swallow, you make your way over to him, mustering up as pleasant a smile as you can. When you finally sit and get a good look at him, however, the grin drops. 

He looks… awful. Weary and bleak, with red, puffy circles around his eyes like he’s recently been crying, his hair is mussed and a five o’clock shadow is growing on his chin. It’s jarring, to say the least. He’s normally so put together, you can’t remember if you've ever seen him disheveled. He’s a hard man to shake typically, his job demands it, but he looks utterly distraught. For a brief moment, you feel kind of bad.

Gross.

A halfhearted chuckle leaves his mouth, “I’m sorry. I must look pretty pathetic, huh?” 

Immediately you straighten, rectifying your smile. You can’t show cracks. There are no cracks, “Not at all Sir. What can I help you with?” 

A meaty hand waves you off. “Don’t bother with professionalism. We both know we aren’t here to talk about work.” He runs a hand through his already mussed up hair and shuts his eyes, pausing a moment, taking a long breath. You can't tell whats going on in his head - if he's thinking deeply or steeling himself - but you aren't left to wonder long before he exhales and flicks his gaze back to you. “Here," he says, pushing the second cup towards you, "Take a drink. This might be a lot.”

“Oh no, I’m not thirsty–”

“Drink.” he interrupts, and you’re startled by how sharp the command is. It’s far cry from the playful orders you’re used to receiving when he growls at you to get on your knees or bend over his desk. Instinctively, you find yourself rushing to obey.

When you bring the mug to your lips, his face relaxes. The alarm balls start jingling in the back of your head again.

“I’m going to be blunt about this,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “My wife found out about the affair and she wants a divorce.”

Oh. That is a lot.

It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s saying, a few more for it to sink in, but when you’ve finally got a stable grasp on the information, the faucet of emotion is turned on. It doesn’t twist off until your body is on the verge of overflowing.

But not for the right reasons.

Your heart should be sinking, guilt twisting in your gut like a knife. You should be on your knees, groveling in shame; apologizing with your whole chest for ruining this poor man's marriage—but you aren’t. Not a flicker of remorse fills your body.

You feel positively giddy.

Elated. Euphoric. You are on cloud fucking nine. Months, you’ve been waiting for this day; when you could finally take your medal and put it around your neck. It’s not really a matter of him being yours, moreso confirming that you’re hot enough to break up marriages. Fuck the morality of it all. You did it. She’s gone. You won. 

You aren’t tactless enough to start jumping for joy, however. You do your best to put on a genuine-seeming soberness and reply, “I’m very sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head, eyes down-turned, “I’m equally if not more to blame. What’s done is done.” 

He stands then, aimlessly walking to the window. It’s all rather dramatic, you feel, but you're not the one who’s marriage just got destroyed. Quietly he looks across the skyline, face clouding with regret as he speaks, “You should have seen her, Y/N.” You really wish you had, “I-I could see her heart breaking in her chest when I admitted to it.”

Oh, the delight that runs through you when you hear that crack in his voice—it makes you dizzy.

“I managed to find an apartment somehow between then and now. I’m in the process of moving in. I thought it was only right to give her space. God, the poor girl…” His cheeks are wet when he turns back to you and another jolt of glee zips through your body. But this one is stronger than the first one. It makes you wobble a little in your chair; you have to clutch the armrests to keep yourself upright.

The bells have started clanging again—painfully loud—and your heart beats in time with each stroke.

“Seven years. We’d been together seven years.” he laments, walking back to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. It’s searing hot, burning into your skin like an iron. You try to jerk away but your body goes slack and when you try to pick yourself back up again, you can’t. No matter how hard you strain and lift, your muscles won’t move.

A sick, crawling dread fills your chest, the kind you feel when you get to the very top of a rollercoaster. It creeps up your spine and wraps around your chest, squeezing the air out of your lungs. You can hear your pulse in your head now. It's so loud you almost don't notice his large hands hook under your armpits, hoisting your limp body back up onto the chair like a ragdoll. 

You glance up at him but immediately regret it. His face… he looks like a madman. Pale and wild; eyes manic and pupils dilated. He swallows heavily, breath shallow and frenzied as he rasps, “I don’t think I could live without a wife again, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do.”

The bells are deafening now and any ounce of joy you might have felt earlier has been drained to oblivion. You aren’t fine anymore. You need to run. You need to scream. Anything.

But you made the realization all too late. Your vision is going spotty and he’s already hoisted you up in his arms. Despite every muscle in your body fighting with all its might, you can’t make yourself move.

For the first time in your life, you’re completely powerless. 

The last thing you remember before being swallowed by the dark is his hot breath puffing against your ear:

“You promised you’d take care of me, didn’t you?” 

—

You wake up to the feeling of something warm and wet on your clit.

In your groggy, half-conscious state you don’t have the capacity or desire to figure out what it is, all that matters is that it feels good. It flicks lazy little shapes over the twitching bud, enveloping it and your folds in a warm, welcoming heat, and for a moment, you think you could die happy just like this. Your hips instinctively buck up towards the source and a low, wonton moan passes your lips. 

“Mmm, thats it darling. Good girl~”

Your eyes fly open.

Every ounce of blood drains from your face when you see his head bowed between your legs, cheeks messy and shiny with your slick, hips rutting needily against the mattress. All at once, your memory comes rushing back.

Your first instinct is to fight, but your limbs still won’t obey you—even if they would, a shift of weight reveals that your hands are bound tightly to the headboard of the bed.

The bed. There’s no bed in his office. Where the hell are you?

It’s all you can do to let out a low, displeased whine. Weakly shimmying your hips away from him only to have them immediately yanked back. He peaks up from your legs, cheek warm and flushed pink with lust, “Shh honey, calm down.” he purrs, not breaking eye contact as he gives your clit a sweet peck, “Just relax and let your husband make you feel good.”

Husband.

Husband.

Your heart picks up in your chest, galloping like a racehorse as you try to process his words, though, you doubt any reasonable length of time would be enough to truly digest their implications. “W-what?”

He noses gently over your inner thigh, carefully pressing a chaste kiss to the soft plush, “Your husband, dear. And you’re my wife~” he hums pleasantly, licking a long lazy stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, “I’m sure you can feel the ring, right?”

Your heart drops as you shift your fingers. On your left hand, a cold band of metal topped with some kind of stone wraps around your ring finger, the realization sends a bout of vertigo through your body.

He must notice the horror on your face because he chuckles. “It was short notice so I had to use hers, but I’ll buy you a new one if you want…” he trails absentmindedly, too focused on laving at your cunt to give the thought, or your panic, his full attention. 

He’s eating you out just like you taught him too. The irony could make you cry.

A knot the size of the watermelon grows in your stomach. Whether it’s from the fear or your equally distressing impending orgasm you’re not sure. Regardless, it’s there, and your head is spinning, and he’s starting to climb on top of you and take off his—oh god.

You cry and struggle as much as your leaden body will allow but he easily counters it all with one steady hand on your belly, the thumb of which he moves to nurse your spit-soaked clit with easy circles. “I know it’s sudden,” he coos, paying no mind to your cries as he pulls out his hard cock, “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You’re the one who chased after me so desperately after all. I know you were just jealous of her.” 

Loud, wet sobs curl up your throat as he rubs his cock up and down your dripping folds, hypnotized by the lewd, clicking sound your juices make. “P-please.” you beg, trying your best to buck him off of you, “M’ sorry! I-I didn’t mean to—Please let me go.” 

A displeased hum then, “It’s too late for that, honey, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll take good care of you.” his frown flips into a soft smile. “You’ll take good care of me too, won't you? just like you promised.”

You feel like you might faint. The blunt head is pushing against your entrance now, threatening to sink into your heat, and though you’ve taken his cock hundreds of times, you’d rather stick your hand into an open flame then take it again. “P-please.” you blubber, “I’ll do anything, just please—Ah! S-stop!”

He doesn’t acknowledge you, only continues his rambling. “You’ll take good care of our children too, I'm sure.” those deranged, lovesick eyes bore into your skull, “Oh, baby. You’re going to look so beautiful when you’re pregnant, I can already tell. So, so pretty, all swollen and glowing~”

Now, you start screaming. Half of it is incoherent, but what else are you supposed to do when you can’t fight and the delusional psychopath who kidnapped you is threatening to force you into fulfilling his domestic fantasies? You nearly choke as he leans over your body, pushing into you softly with a low, heady groan. “You can’t!” you cry, near hysterics, “Please, you can’t! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll-”

“Shhhh,” he cuts you off, clamping a rough hand over your mouth, then bottoms out inside of you with one languid push. You feel like you’re on fire, like a million ants are crawling up your skin and down your throat.

Beads of cold sweat trickle down your back as he rocks into you. Behind his mitt you plead for him to let you go, but he doesn’t notice - or more likely, he doesn’t care. “I think I want three." he muses, "Two girls and a boy. But we can have more if you’d like. What do you think, darling?”

He removes his hand then and you greedily suck in air. It proves to be a difficult task, however, with his dick poking it all back out with each snap of his hips. Finally, you collect yourself enough to make one final attempt. You stare up into his eyes, hoping to somehow access whatever humanity might remain there. “Please. I don’t want kids. I want to go home.”

He pauses, ceases his thrusting, and stares back down at you. For just a moment, your chest swells with hope.

But then he laughs. A sick, evil chuckle that rings through your bones, punctures your lungs and splits your heart straight down the middle.

“Oh honey, you are home.” he croons, a snap of his hips punctuates the sentence. “And of course you want kids. All husbands and wives who love each other very much become Mommies and Daddies. Besides—”

His hips start driving into you with a brutal sort of ferocity, and he grins so wickedly you swear you can see the devil in his eyes.

“--Won’t it be cute to tell them how Daddy and Mommy fell in love at work?”

higuruma hiromi, nanami kento, satoru gojo, izuku midoriya, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, kuroo tetsuro, erwin smith, armin arlert

college athlete!sukuna who lets you download games on his phone, only agreeing to play them if you teach him. it leads to a couple of days where the two of you just sit together, his thick fingers trying to maneuver the small device that infuriates him so much it makes you laugh. there’s a solution you have for that, so you tell him to come over later in the evening.

college athlete!sukuna who’s not that outdated, he has a ps5 himself. he plays a sports game with his friends once in a while, but it’s not something he’d say he does often. so he’s a little unsure when you slide the controller into his hand and nudge him to play for a bit while you go change.

college athlete!sukuna who can’t focus on the game, he’s practically undressing you with his eyes. you’re wearing such thin clothing, a slightly loose tank top, and some much too short shorts. unlike him, you’re much too concentrated on the game, missing the way he licks his lips at the sight of your thighs.

college athlete!sukuna who places the controller down practically 4 minutes after you join, claiming he has something else he wants to play.

college athlete!sukuna who ends up with his hand down your underwear, toying with your clit. he makes sure to drag his fingers up and down your slit extra slow so you can focus on your game. but you’re shifting around quite a bit, mouth ajar and eyes struggling to stay open when he slides one in. you're clenching around him a couple of times, before finally letting out a shaky moan.

college athlete!sukuna who’s managed to drag you away from your game with his tongue, fail screen displayed on the tv while his head is deep between your legs, holding your thighs apart while he eats you out. those talented fingers of yours are scratching at his scalp and tugging on his hair, pulling him closer as you start to hump his face.

college athlete!sukuna who’s a little more surprised when you ride him with such ease, your pace fast and steady while he grips the fat of your ass. his eyes are moving between your face and tits that are bouncing oh-so-well, and he just can’t help but fuck up into you, matching the rhythm you’ve set.

college athlete!sukuna who smirks at you across from the class when he sees you the next day. you’re not playing anything this time, eyes surveying the students in the lecture hall until they find his. even with your shirt covering you up so well, he knows just where all the hickeys and bite marks he left are placed, giving you a wink when he sees your smile grow.

college athlete!sukuna who comes over more often, only agreeing to actually play if his cock is sheathed in that ‘gamer pussy’ of yours. and he’ll lean you back, making sure your legs are resting on his arms while his controller is under you. you whine, telling him this isn’t a good position to play, but he retorts by telling you it’s a good position to fuck. your silence is enough for him to fling the controller away and drill into you full nelson just like he wanted to.

college athlete!sukunawho won’t tell you that he does play those games on his phone when the two of you are apart. he’s taken a special liking to one:

Hatsune Miku: Colorful Stage!

what? he’s an athlete. it’s brain-stimulating and it’ll help him keep up his rhythm in the field!

speaking of stimulation, college athlete!sukuna just loves to overstimulate you. he takes pride in the fact that he's one of the only things that can draw you away from an intense match, and he'll make sure you as many times as he sees fit.

college athlete!sukuna who will hand you the disc version of a game you’ve been waiting for for months but couldn’t camp out to get, claiming it wasn’t a big deal. it was actually, he stood in line for almost 8 hours and missed a class, but the way your smaller body was brimming with excitement was enough to put it behind him

college athlete!sukuna who won’t refuse your lips wrapped around his cock as a form of thanks, heavy hand pushing you further down his thick cock while your tongue struggles to move around. such a nasty thing you are, but he’s cumming in your mouth all the same when you moan around his cock.

college athlete!sukuna who suggests that you play roblox tonight while he watches. you agree, knowing it’s just a ploy for him to tell you that you're bad at outfit picking and pick up his controller (yes his, he has a designated controller now) to show you how to get first place in Dress to Impress. and he won. such a clean victory deserves a reward, right? so you’ll have to sit on his face, but not now. he’s about to start another round.

college athlete!sukuna who’s face is blank while he watches you sleep. your shirt is ridden up and your controller is barely hanging from your limp fingers. he’ll turn the console off before scooping you into his arms and depositing you in bed. he’s about to shut the door and go home, but your whiny voice calls out to him to stay.

college athlete!sukuna who bites at your shoulder softly to wake up. he has an early practice today that he has to leave for but he wants to see you there later on. and no devices, he wants you watching him the whole time.

“perverted woman,” the man (question mark) clicks his tongue, as if he isn’t the one dressed in his birthday suit, asshole bearing for pedestrians outside to file public indecency on you. “your reaction suggests you’ve never witnessed the presence of two at once.”

“well. . . no,” he stares at you as if you’re the one with four arms and abnormally long legs. you crouch down, index finger scratching at the corner of your mouth to analyze it some more. you were curious, nothing more! you feel the multitude of his eyes trailing your movements, daring you to proceed forward. he truly doesn’t know you.

they stack atop one another, though both sizes are nothing to scoff at. packing in both girth and length, they stand tall and semi hardened, with curves to the right. he’s got prominent veins running all over his skin, mushroom tips an angry shade of reddish brown. frowning, you peek your head lower to confirm following suspicions,

his tone is rough along the edges, “i do not possess four testicles.” damn it.

“boo, you suck,” you sigh, indeed disappointed by the confirmation. you’d think a monster with monstrous limbs and monstrous cocks would own monstrous balls. “whatever.” you stand back up on your feet, though you’re met with hard ripples of glistening abs.

“so like,” you pause, now shamelessly staring at his torso with shimmering eyes. he’s ripped with an eight pack, waist snatched like a motherfucker and skin inked like a colouring book. “what do i call you?”

you think you hear him chuckle, “how foolish,” a mouth then appears on his stomach, to which you jerk back from how sudden it was. your brows jump to your hairline, eyes widening as teeth bare at you menacingly. “it is common decency to introduce yourself firsthand. have you no manners in the presence of a king?”

“a who?” you squawk, overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. this four-armed freak was a king? from where exactly? you shake your head, as if to turn off your inner monologues and quiet the voices down, “right, right. erm, you can call me y/n.”

he repeats your name slowly, followed by a deep chuckle. the rumble of your name against his voice sends a weird tingle down your gut, as you crane your neck upwards to finally look him in the face.

you gulp. damn it, he was attractive all around. though morally questionable, you found his features dashing. sure, there was the weird thing stuck in the side of his face that resembled a mixture of flesh and wood. and yeah, he had an additional set of slender eyes. however, his facial harmony somehow blended perfectly. his facial structure was sharp all around, from his nose bridge to his jawline, and his ears with pierced.

what more could anybody want?

blame it on the sativa or the fact you hadn’t been fucked in a while, but it was your birthday and you want your birthday gift, damn it. there shouldn’t be anything wrong with that— the pulsing at your core had your thighs rubbing together subtly (you hoped) (he smirked when he noticed your legs shifting) (fuck, he already knows).

“you will address me as sukuna, mortal.” he says instead, one of his arms mounting to grasp at a piece of your hair. he’s beefy, big biceps surrounding your peripherals as they flex hard. he twirls your hair between his fingers, and shit, you’re gonna need his nail technician’s reference.

“you talk like you have a stick up your ass,” your voice sounds distant, as distracted as you are, perverted eyes trailing to follow the bulging of his muscles. even his forearm is sexy, a large vein running course beneath his skin amongst others. “you ask for my name and choose to call me mortal? corny.”

“i am not a product of this time,” he riddles, tugging at the strand in his hold. the searing pain of his tug at your hair has you moaning— in agony or pleasure, who truly knows— and before you know it, he spreads the rest of his large fingers at your scalp, “you say i speak as if i have a stick up my ass,” shivers run down your spine when his fingernails scratch at your head, “but really it is you who wants my stick up yours, huh?”

you blink. how the fuck did he know? “th-that’s not even remotely true—”

“do not lie,” another arm lifts to cup at your face. his index rests beneath your jaw as his thumb sits at your chin. you feel the sharp edges of his nails grazing at your skin, “your scent is rather . . . pungent.”

you feel heat quickly spread to your cheeks and your panties effortlessly dampening. he smirks, dipping his thumb into your parted mouth, before scrunching his nose into a whiff, “ah, there it is again.”

the pad of his thumb swipes against your bottom lip, skin collecting your saliva before rubbing the fluid all over your mouth. you feel the tip of his nail poking into the flesh, and your brows furrow, “and you called me the perverted one.”

“that remains true.” another— jeez, how many more— arm snakes at your waist. it creeps below your shirt and sits at your bare skin, a touch so warm it sends jolts of electricity across your limbs. his hand rests at your lower belly, and when a wet tongue drags itself across your sensitive skin, you clamp your lips down around his thumb in a whimper, “you’re an obedient one. i think i’ll have fun with you.”

your brows furrow as your cunt clenches. his smirk deepens and, fuck you really need to stop doing that, “have fun with me?”

“it has been a while since i’ve fooled around with a mortal,” he hums, slipping his thumb out of your mouth. there’s a thin string of saliva connecting from your lips to his fingertip, and you hate how you already crave the salty flesh back in your mouth. “let us see just how weak the human body truly is.”

somewhere along the lines, you find yourself on your knees in your living room, carpet digging into your kneecaps as your fingers interlock at your back. your jaw aches, to the point of snapping as two fat cocks shove themselves down your throat. you breathe through your nostrils as your mouth is clearly occupied, fat tears dotting at your lash line and dribbles of saliva slipping past your lips and down his cocks.

two of his hands grasp at your head as leverage, hips thrusting up and down your throat. the gags that escape you are pornographic, throat muscles clenching around the intrusion. fuck, the strong musk of his pubic hairs cloud your senses and overwhelm your mind— driving you dizzy in arousal.

“loosen up yer throat,” sukuna commands, though you find it contradictory as another one of his abnormally large hands wrap themselves around your throat. he presses just lightly, as if to trace over the bulge of his dicks inside of you, but the lack of oxygen has your body liquifying in heat. you think you see stars, and your pupils start to dilate. “c’mon mortal, don’t pass out on me now— we’ve only just begun.”

easy for you to say, you roll your eyes, though complying to his orders. shit, it’s really hard to breathe but you can’t deny you love how objectifying all of this feels. bounding your own hands back, kneeled in front of this king, hair grouped up in one hand to tug onto. he was using you as if you were merely a toy for his own pleasure, mushroom tips repeatedly abusing the walls of your throat.

your cunt clenches around air, gushing more of your essence against the flimsy material of your panties. his stomach clenches tightly, as do his thigh muscles, the embodiment of man in front of you, destroying your throat.

fuck, your clit throbs.

the king coos at you degradingly, ruby eyes narrowing down at your figure, “awnn, ‘s it too much for ya?” you feel a wad of spit land on your cheek, and despite the nastiness of the actions, the filthiness has you clenching your thighs together. of course he finds pleasure in your desperation, leaning back further into the couch to cock his head at you, “humpin’ on yerself like a desperate slut beggin’ for a proper dicking. how pathetic,”

you nod your head eagerly, as your mouth fails to express just how badly you do want him. he’s so deep down your throat, you swear you feel him near your heart. the sting at your scalp plus the lack of oxygen and your need to have him stuff you full drives you wild with want— so desperate that tears leak through your eyes, stream down your cheeks and land right at his dicks.

“mhm, i’ll take care of ya,” sukuna cuts himself off with a deep groan, sliding further down into his seat. he shifts his hips deeper down your throat, and you gag terribly loud, “you hungry, mortal? open wide and, fuck, take what i give ya—” another grunt leaves him, and as does thick ropes of cum do.

your eyes widen as you’re greeted with hot cum shooting down your throat. it’s creamy, thick and so, so much of it that you’re certain swallowing it all would be impossible. your cheeks hollow as you attempt in your best efforts to gulp him down, the flavour of salty semen bursting at your taste buds.

“greedy bitch,” he chuckles through a moan, grinding his hips in rotations as he rides down the high. sweat dribbles down the crevices of his abs, stomach clenching hard as he empties his balls in you. “thaaat’s it—shit, not fuckin’ bad.”

when he finally pulls out, you gasp loudly for the sweet air you had been deprived of. your body trembles as you release your own hold, hands flying up to grasp at his thick thighs. your fingernails scrape at his skin as your chest heaves.

“y’re so,” you pant, and you can barely register how broken your voice sounds. did his cocks destroy your vocal chords already? “y’re so fuckin’. . . mean.”

“too much?” sukuna cackles, though he’s nowhere near sounding apologetic. his fingers cupping your face swipe at fallen tears on your cheeks. at the feel of a wet tongue licking at your damp skin, you pout in retaliation, brows furrowed and swollen lips puckered, “better get it together, ‘m gonna stretch that pussy out.”

damn it— he had such a way with words. you subconsciously lean your cheek further into his touch, and the grin he gives you is barbaric, “face down, ass up.”

so yeah, you find yourself with your cheek pressed into the softness of your couch, hips pulled up and thighs spread as sukuna feasts. the panties you once wore stuffed in your mouth, they muffle the wanton sounds that rip out your abused throat.

you feel his tongue lap at your folds hungrily, fingers spreading your pussy lips apart for better access. he tongue fucks into your hole, lips sucking and nibbling at your clit with precision. wet heat intrudes your insides and have your stomach tightening.

fingernails scratching at the couch, your back arches as you grasp at anything for support. having multiple mouths should be illegal— you feel tongues trailing all over your thighs and the dip in your back, you feel them rimming at your backside. you even think you feel one diving into your ass.

“mmph, m‘kunaaa!” you wail, toes curling as you push your hips further into his face. you’d never been eaten out as good as he is, nose deep in your cunt as your insides get devoured. you’re so overwhelmed— your puffy clit secreting essence as a slick tongue flicks at the bean.

a hand slaps once, twice at your ass as another pair of hands grip at your plush flesh. “shut th’fuck up,” he speaks into you, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers up your spine. you roll your eyes to the back of your skull, foot shaking uncontrollably. when the hands cupping at your breast begin tugging at your nipples, tongues flicking the stiff bud, you feel your dam erupt.

“mmfuuuuckkk!” you whine, as your cunt gushes in his face. he never lets up, tongue repeatedly scissoring your hole as he swallows your juices. you’re squirting so much it drips all over his face and down the suede couch, down your thighs. you think your soul had been taken by this damn near succubus with how long it takes for you to come back to your senses.

he pulls back with a nasty smack from his lips to your lower ones, using the back of his hand to wipe at any excess fluids, “sweet cunt,” he praises you, and you weakly whine, body drained of energy as you fall limp into the soaked couch. you’re out of it, bottom lip quivering as your limbs tingle in bliss— you feel your lids growing heavier by the second but sukuna is having none of that, “aht aht— where the fuck d’you think yer goin’?”

you feel pair of hands pull your hips back up and another grab a handful of your hair in a steady hold. you’re immediately pulled up on all fours, and you whimper at the firm blows he lands yet again on your ass.

he lifts himself on his knees, and you feel his hardnesses rub against the curve of your booty, “told you i was gon’ stretch this pussy out— ‘m a man of my fuckin’ word.” and shit, you think you push your ass back against his leaking cocks, dragging the beady fluids all over the softness of your skin.

your back arches sinfully as you spit out the soaked panties from your mouth and onto the floor. the slide of his dicks in between your thighs has your stomach heating in lust, the drags of his tips at your clit reenergizing you faster than you’d like to admit.

“mmhm, that’s it,” he grumbles into the supple skin at your neck, grazing his fangs teasingly at the flesh and his warm breath further dampening your skin. the large hands that cupped at your waist now lean you forwards against the arm of the couch, and you suddenly feel a lot of blood rushing to your brain. your arms feel weak as they support your body weight, your back arches like a cat and legs stretched out—

holy shit, are you hanging off the fucking couch?

“give up and you fall face first onto the damn floor,” the king cackles, as if the funniest joke in the world, as if your cunt wasn’t gushing your essence— begging to be filled and tore apart. your eyes widen comically as your knees buckle just slightly at the feel of his cock rubbing at your clenching hole, “try and keep up, mortal.”

sukuna grips at the base of his first dick, aligning it to your entrance. you hear him hiss as he collects your cum around the circumference of his tip, fingernails digging deep into your waist. fuck, that hurts so good. any further deeper and you’re certain he’d draw blood.

now, you were definitely no athlete the way he took his sweet time teasing you both. you had barely finished coming down from your previous orgasm, and with the excessive blood seeping into your brain, you felt yourself dizzying quicker than you’d anticipated, “kunaaa— hurry, i can’t hold out any longer— ngh fuuuck!”

your nails claw at the wooden floor when you felt him finally bottom out. holy fuck— how many inches was he packing? you could physically feel your pussy stretching out to his size, to accommodate to the intrusion of his ruthless cock into your tight hole. the sudden penetration hurt in a way that had your clit tingling, walls clamping down as if to seize him from moving any further.

“mortal,” he groans deeply, and there goes another spank at your ass. naturally, you clamp down harder. “quit— fuck, squeezin’ so tight. how the fuck am i s’posed to dick you down when you’re grippin’ me like a damn vice?”

“‘s too much!” you argue, though your hips roll around as if to adjust to his unreasonable size. you feel more tears flooding your eyes, and your core aches for a mean pounding. “just. . . gimme a minute,”

“a minute?” he repeats, though his tone is far from understanding. there’s a hint of mischievous dripping from words, and shit, he’s already pulling out. your cunt negates your words, desperately latching onto his length as if to reprimand him from exiting any more. he notices your contradiction, “doesn’t seem like yer pussy needs a minute. gotta tell you baby, i don’t like liars.”

your toes curl as he fucks himself back into you. the moan that rips from your throat is far beneath your ability to stop, and you squeeze your eyes shut. he repeatedly pounds into your cunt, the more the strokes, the deeper it goes. he may as well create an indent in your guts with how intense his thrusts are.

“hnng, ohmyfuckkk,” your back only arches further, the delicious burn of his dick stretching your velvet walls driving your mind delirious. his pace is insane— with every meet of his hips at your ass, you jerk forward, tits jiggling in the process. you feel hands spreading your cheeks for better access, alongside a wad of spit land at your cunt, sealed by a nice slap on your reddened ass.

he’s crushing your cervix. it hurts but you don’t want him to stop. it’s all too overwhelming— the repetitive slaps of his heavy balls at your sensitive clit, the way he digs himself deep into you, rolling his hips to reach all sensitive spots inside your spongy self. god, you can hear how sinful the point of contact between both your bodies as it echoes in the living room.

“creamy fuckin’ pussy,” sukuna grunts, tone so low you assumed he was more so speaking to himself. your wetness had submerged into a thick essence of cream around the base of his shaft, further easing the ruthless slides of his dick into your cunt. you don’t ignore how his second cock twitches against your asshole. “you tryna snatch my damn soul? tsk, greedy slut.”

your arms are giving out. your thighs burn and furthermore— your cunt aches, badly. he’s giving and giving, pounding so mercilessly into your pussy it was as if he were mad at you. you’d never been fucked so profoundly, his tip bullying into you so meanly with the additional mix of blood rushing into your head— fuck, you need a break.

still, sukuna seems two steps ahead of you, slithering an extra arm to your nape and gripping at your hair. two other hands drag your hips backwards in place, simultaneously pushing himself back where he’d once been— snug in the comfort of your warm pussy. “nah, nah, don’t you fuckin’ run away. fuckin’ take what i give you—” he holds you by the hips and lifts you up and down on his cock. you feel your feet leave the couch as a majority of the weight you held onto your palms were lifted. “this is what you wanted. mhm, be a good bitch and own up to your consequences.”

you’re babbling, the idea of you being a toy again for his use, the new angle of his cock protruding inside has drool dribbling down your chin and your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “too d-deep, feel you in my— nghhh, h-heart.”

“‘s that so?” he chuckles heartily, and your mind is too numb to register the weird sting that grows at your forbidden zone. you’re too fucked out to notice what he has in store for you, “let’s double that shit. pierce right through yer mortal heart and mark it my territory.”

a sharp wail erupts, as you’re now filled to the brim with two girthy cocks. it’s an uncomfortable stretch in an area you were far from accustomed to, but in your current position, you’re nowhere near able to stop him. you’re not too sure you want him too— his cocks rubbing against the thin linen that separates your cunt to your ass.

holy fuck, your brain is turning into mush. he’s fucking into you like a madman— both your holes abused by the same pair of hips diving deep into your insides. your limbs feel numb, despite now being lifted into the air. he’s fucking manhandling you, hands holding all regions of your body still as he grinds his cocks in. what an out of body experience— head and tits jerking to the rhythm his hips set.

your guts are on fire, and you recognize this feeling all too well. the same one that has your eyes crossing to the centre of your face and your wet tongue lolling out of your mouth. your breaths are cut short, your tummy bulging into the shape of the king that’s taken control of your entire being.

holy shit.

“atta girl,” sukuna whistles when you spray him unexpectedly. your muscles clench as does your cunt and ass around his dicks, body trembling from an outwardly orgasm racking over you. sukuna never lets up, your crying only spurring him on more, “oh yeahhh, now that’s an ugly face. hah! turns me on.”

you’re snivelling, and you think you feel snot dripping down your nose. through the window where this creature was once an ugly form on nothingness, you watch your reflection. my goodness— how is he not stopping? you feel like you’re gonna die, your soul getting snatched from various regions, the repetitive strokes of his dicks at your most sensitive areas. holy shit, you’re gonna die.

“c’mon, entertain me some more,” he accentuates each word with powerful thrusts, and in return, receives splutters of more juices. you’re leaking like a damn faucet, dripping down your thighs and soaking your soiled couch. your fluids leak down to meet his pair of balls, now lubricated as they slap more intensely at your abused clit.

you’re left wordless. seriously, arms as limp as noodles as they hang to your side, head lolled forward. your mind feels so empty yet so full, the familiar pain of overstimulation now taking over your body. your muscles spasm violently around him, uncontrollably as sukuna takes and takes more of you.

“thankyouthankyouthankyou,” although not entirely sure what you’re thanking him for, the words slip past your kiss-bitten lips and into the thick air. you feel him press his own mouth at the column of your sweaty back, and your chants continue, “thankyouthankyou—”

“what an obedient lil thing,” sukuna coos, and you feel an extra tongue flick greedily at your tight bundle of nerve. your body begins to seize, stomach caving deeply in as you succumb to the pressure, “who’s my good bitch, hmm?”

“m-me.” you answer so weakly that it unsatisfies him. the tongue torturing your clit now bites down onto the bud and you cry out loudly. shit, you’re squirting again.

“i said,” he repeats himself with more finality. the wet squelching sounds of his cocks bullying at your holes overpower his own voice, and you can’t stop the shaking of your body. and with every pause, his cocks slam further and further in, “who’s. my. good. bitch.”

“meeee!” you hic, drool be damned as it seeps past parted mouth and down your throat. god, this was so above you and yet, here you were, getting fucked like your life depended on it. it hurts, hurts so good that you simultaneously want to push and pull from his embrace.

he holds you up higher, and your legs wrap around his waist with your back tucked into his chest. his hands slide from your waist to your inner thighs, now holding you tight against him. your head falls back onto his shoulder and in the midst of your daze, you feel a fingernail trailing down the slope of your neck.

“yeahhh,” he chuckles darkly, eyes narrowing onto your fucked out figure. his eyes then flick to the imprint of his cock penetrating at your belly, followed by the inconsistent tremors of your body. “‘s what i fuckin’ thought.”

somewhere along the line, you’re left boneless in his strong hold as he fucks and fucks and fucks. he’s everywhere at once, a presence so dominating that you’re left as if you have no other choice but to surrender. but that’s exactly all there is to it, no? a king using his pussy to his satisfaction.

“‘m gonna breed this slutty body full of my cum, make you mine. cause that’s all yer good for— ain’t that right baby?” you nod, because of course you do. he’s pounding some more and more, and the warmth that fills your belly to the brim is anything but surprising. he’s grunting in your ear, a string of profanities flowing into the air. he’s cumming so much from both cocks that it leaks past your bruised holes.

his hips roll some more, and both your cunt and ass clench around him greedily, milking him out for every drop he’s worth. he hums against your damp face, dragging the tip of nose through a multitude of fluids. you have a weak smile gracing your lips, and his arms tighten possessively around your tinier frame, “happy birthday indeed, mortal.”

oh my god, you’re gonna die.

being a scientist and having to take care of different creatures is one thing, and personally wanting to care for a creature is another. you were a caregiver in a laboratory, one who takes daily vitals of all your specimen and patients, who assures that they are as comfortable as possible while living in a man made, white borne institute.

one of those specimen was Aizawa Shouta. an interesting hybrid, mixed with octopus and human. he was captured when he got tangled in left over fishing line and seen by other humans. Aizawa was... interesting and incredibly challenging to try and subdue. his strong tentacles made it almost impossible to get close, and it seemed, to other scientists, that the hybrid was intelligent, something they had never seen before. he was intelligent enough for others to want to split his head apart and study the interactions in his brain.

surely enough, Aizawa is a rare and incredible specimen. one that needs high security and watched 24/7.

you sat your clipboard down before shifting your attention to the hybrid on the other side of glass wall. Aizawa has always interested you, his heavy and dark eyes drawed you in. especially his stuble smirks and grins he made when you tripped up on something or when he threatened to kill you as soon as you stepped foot into his enclosure. you walked closer, your eyes on his body.

"How do we feel about check ups today?"

your voice traveled through the glass wall with little effort and you saw a twitch in one of his tentacles, indicating that he was listening to you and he glanced toward you. his expression darkened a bit, like your presence genuinely ruined his day.

you analyzed his enclosure, a large space with a cot in one corner, a heater, and mini pool in another to help keep him some what moist. it was nothing like how he had it before he was captured.

you tilted your head, wondering what to do.

"Don't attack me or ill have to subdue you, Aizawa."

you finally suggested. you were going to go in there and check his vitals, his bp, eye, ear and mouth wellness, and take a blood sample. you didnt catch his snicker or when his eyes lit up a small bit.

he didnt answer so you gathered your clipboard and other items before heading over to press the button that opened his door. a moment or two passes before his door opened, and you walked through. getting hit with the humidity of the room you waved your hand around.

his dark eyes never left your movements since you first spoke to him. he sat on his cot in the far corner of the room. he watched as you entered the room with a confidence that he wanted to knock down.

you came closer, avoiding odd puddles of water, and walking deeper and deeper into his territory. with each step your scent drove him mad, your voice made his head ring and he wanted nothing more than to shut you the fuck up.

his attention was diverted back once you gestured to give you his arm. he stared for a moment... then two before lifting a buff around up for you to wrap the cuff around his upper arm. you did and waited for it to tighten before taking his bp. you looked away from his arm to write down his readings. not noticing a shift in his demeanor or a shift in one of his tentacles.

you sat your clipboard back down on his cot and turned to take the cuff off his arm. you looked at his face and he was already looking at you, it starled you so you looked away to grab your mini flashlight but suddenly one of his tentacles wrapped around your calf, catching you off guard.

your face was then touched by a smaller, more lithe tentacle, guiding your face toward his. the air between the two of you thickened intensely. his heated gaze captured your nervous one and it made him smirk.

he tilted his head as he regarded your suddenly nervous form. then the smaller tentacle guided your face closer to his, just a hair away. you waited with a bated breath, waiting for him to lean in kiss you. to take your breath away.

"Coming in here was your first mistake, Baby."

he murmured lowly, his breath fanning your lips. he hid a mocking grin when he pressed his lips into yours. the tentacle guiding down your jaw to your chin to tilt upwards, and he nipped at your lower lip to open up for him.

you did with a needy whine and he licked into your mouth. his tongue was slimy and long. it licked your teeth before making its way into your gummy cheeks, licking up your saliva there. he was practically licking you inside, he licked at your tongue before his tongue inched into the back of your throat.

you gagged and pulled away to catch your breath. he watched you, unfazed as he waited. he then pressed forward, the tentacle on your calf rising to your thigh as another copied. his hands found your hips to pull you into him and he leaned down to run his tongue along your neck.

you felt so hot, hot to the point where it was difficult to breathe. each lick Aizawa delivered made your blood tingle from under your skin and heat began to pool in your lower abdomen. wetting your cunt from inside and out. another tentacle began tugging at your shirt before it lifted your shirt off your body.

he grinned into your neck, satisfied with the results of his plan.

- 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

Aizawa watched from his spot in the corner of the room as you were suspended in the air, just a few feet above the floor with both your holes stuffed. he watched you tremble around a thick tentacle that presses deep, into your cervix and choke around another thats feeding you more and more of his yummy saliva. getting you hot and wanting for more.

you couldnt think straight, his saliva made all rational thoughts leave and replace them with him. just him. he watched as your thighs, held by a tentacle, jerked when the tentacle in your purposely pressed into your g-spot and slid to graze your cervix. he watched your hands paw at the tentacle down your throat.

he raised a hand and pressed it into your tummy, right below your belly button, and felt the firm tip of his tentacle. he chuckled under his breath when you erupted in squeals, your back arching with a loud and drawn out whine as you squirted over his limb.

he ceased his fucking and retreated the tentacle from your throat, and you turned your head to bury your face in his chest.

"Pleasepleaseplease, I just need you- can't take it anymore-"

you begged and begged for just him. not his tentacles but for him. for his hands to caress your body, for his breath to fan your skin, and for his dick to be punching your g-spot. he hid his grin with a lick of his lips and sighed out, like you annoyed him.

and he never said anything to you, only that you messed up. hes wanted you as his little treasure since you introduced yourself how ever many months ago. he wanted you to shiver and twitch around him, like you couldnt control yourself when he presented his tentacles to you. he didnt let you have his cock, his cock a sudden reward. but you didnt know that.

you wanted him to like you like you like him, like a lover. but he never liked humans to begin with. he thought humans were the most invasive and unnatural species to exist, so why would he genuinely care for one? your work said to never mix personal feelings with work. now, you are Aizawa Shouta's little treasure toy for his entertainment.

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