I Used To Be Down-bad, But Now A B!tch OK

You called in your order of choice, giving the restaurant your name, number, and friend’s address. “That’ll be $11.50 at the time of delivery, ma’am. Our orders are a bit stacked tonight, so there may be a slight delay. Give it about 20-30 minutes.” You thanked them and hung up, going into the kitchen for a drink.

Your friend’s house was always eerily large and spacious to you, with large, paned windows and an open infrastructure. The huge glass, sliding door in the kitchen that lead to the backyard always gave you the creeps. And you never knew why your friend’s family never installed blinds or curtains over it.

And for some reason, you felt that an abnormally strange pair of eyes had been on you ever since you came to pet sit.

Panko happily followed you into the kitchen, swapping his tail side to side. You investigated the fridge and found what you wanted. 10 minutes had passed since you ordered your pizza, and you were starving.

With it being the day before Halloween, you decided to watch one of your favorite horror flicks to pass some time. You initially felt that you were playing into the hands of the Halloween gods: Alone in an abnormally large house on Hallow’s Eve night, pet sitting… ordering food… watching a scary movie? Didn’t this vulnerable scenario seem horribly familiar to you?

You shook it off and played your movie as you curled up under a blanket with Panko. A total of 20 minutes has passed since you placed your pizza order. The delivery time range was 20-30 minutes, so it was almost time. You shortly grew antsy and almost went back into the kitchen to find something to snack on, before Panko jumped from your lap and galloped to the back sliding doors.

He looked at you with wide eyes, whining to signal that he needed to go potty. “Alright buddy, I got you,” you laughed as you rose from the couch and unlocked the back door to let Panko out. He shot from the doors into the darkness of the backyard, sniffing for a perfect spot to void.

The chill, night air made you shiver, so you decided to briefly shut the door as Panko did his business. You returned to the couch and restarted your movie, clutching at your stomach in hunger.

You phone rang. You grabbed it with fervor, hoping it was your delivery driver. Your phone flashed with “Unknown caller”… weird? But, you didn’t over think it, since you’d expect your pizza delivery person is not a contact of yours and isn’t saved in your phone.

At the exact time you began to slide your finger across the screen to answer, Panko started barking erratically outside. You stood from the couch, answering the phone as you walked back over to the glass doors to let Panko inside.

“Hello?” You answered, peering out into the noir night. You couldn’t see Panko, but you could hear his guarded barks and growls toward the back of the yard fence. The other end of the line reverberated Panko’s barks, but was otherwise silent. You froze as you started to call for Panko to come inside, still not identifying what he was barking at. Whoever was calling you was close to you and Panko. Extremely close.

“You really should put some curtains up, princess.”

A low, raspy voice rattled from the other line. The voice sounded abnormal, as if it were being warped in and out by a machine.

Your heart was bouncing around in your chest as you stood still in fear. You frantically searched the yard and called for Panko to come inside. Panko still stood in the back yard, growling at whatever stood in the darkness. You decided to shut the door, leaving Panko outside just in case someone has broken in.

“… w-who is this?!” You snapped, doing a poor job at encapsulating your fright. This was definitely not the person that was due to deliver your pizza. Panko’s barking ceased outside.

Static silence on the other end, other than faint, heavy breathing for a moment. Then the ominous voice spoke again.

“Your best nightmare, or your worst daydream,” the voice replied, chuckling lowly. Ok, what the fuck. You could place this scenario anywhere. Babysitter getting called by an unknown masked man close to Halloween who is conveniently watching them? Despite how scared you were, you began to think it was a prank someone was playing on you.

“I’m not kidding, who the fuck is this?!” You answered with more spite. Once you didn’t receive an immediate answer, you dashed to the kitchen to grab a large kitchen knife. Your breathing was offset.

“You should really learn to lock your doors quicker too… not that it matters much to me.”

The voice replied. Your heart fell to your feet. Damn! You did forget to lock the doors after letting Panko outside. You flew back to the glass doors and locked them with knife in hand. The person on the other end of the phone began to chuckle, finding your anxiety amusing.

“Been watching you all afternoon… Shame a pretty thing like you is such a fuckin’ air head, though,” the voice taunted. Your chest burned from all your heavy breathing and heart palpitations. You almost wanted to hang up and call the police, this was a direct threat to your security and your friend’s property.

“What the hell do you want?!” You howled, on the brink of tears. Fuck, you were terrified. If this was some stupid prank, you would never live this down.

“For you to tell me… what your favorite scary movie is?”

Your phone beeps as the caller hung up. You were in such a shock that you sunk to the kitchen floor and began to softly choke on tears. Before you were able to dial 911, the power unexpectedly shut off. There was no internet or electricity in the house anymore.

You cursed yourself a million times before turning on your phone flashlight and creeping across the dark living room and up the stairs to the bathroom. You figured you’d be safe there since there were no windows and you could lock the door.

You scurry into your friend’s bathroom and quickly lock the door. You step into your friends shower and quickly pull the curtains closed. You swore you heard footsteps and noise downstairs, but there were no signs of forced entry. And you triple checked all other doors were locked for the night. How the hell did this psycho get in the house?

Suddenly, bars appear in the top corner of your phone, indicating cell service. You fumbled quickly to try to dial 911, but your phone rings, giving up your place of cover. “Fuck!” You whisper in frustration as you attempt to turn your phone off. Whoever was in the house definitely heard it. “Unknown caller” appeared as the caller ID. This struck unlimited fear in your mind.

After denying the call and turning off your phone, you try to sink deeper into the shower floor to try to calm your ragged breath. The bathroom and house is silent. Or it was before you hear heavy footsteps outside the bathroom door.

You weakly sniffle as you clutch the kitchen knife, huddled on the shower floor. The doorknob rattles with failed attempt to open the bathroom door. That was the only point of entry and exit. And whoever was stalking you wasn’t going to leave until you left the bathroom at some point.

The locked door was no barrier for the mystery man hunting you down. In an instant, the figure on the other side of the door was now inside the bathroom with you. You could see his silhouette appear out of thin air behind the closed curtain. You wanted to scream: What in the fuck is happening?

“Kinda rude not to answer the phone, huh?” The gravely voice announced. The figure aggressively pulled back the shower curtains to reveal your terrified body shivering on the floor. All the masked man could do was chuckle as he slightly turned his head to the side, almost like a dog acknowledging a strange circumstance.

You couldn’t even reply. Instead, you shoved the kitchen knife in front of you in high defense. You breathing was erratic. There was no point in being quiet now. The crazed stalker has finally found his prey.

“Whoa, kitty, easy there,” he laughed false nervously. “No need to come off so abrasive.” The man was dressed in a long, flowly, black garment with a very familiar looking, elongated ghastly mask hiding his face. The kitchen knife was still in his right hand, it swinging daintily as he playfully got closer to you.

The man was also strangely tall and lanky. But make no mistake, his muscular frame was hidden beneath his thin cloak. He was a walking deception, but you could sense that he was extremely dangerous.

“Just wanna play with you… you like games, yeah?” He questioned. His awkwardly hot voice was still filtered through some kind of voice changer. If you didn’t know any better, this guy was cheaply imitating the infamous Ghostface killer.

The man squatted down to look you directly in the face. You couldn’t see his eyes through the mask, but you could sense that his eyes alone have killed a lot of people. If looks can truly kill.

Ghostface stands to his feet and reaches down to grab onto your knife-wielding arm and yanks you out of the shower. You scream bloody murder and jerk against him, but his grip onto you is unfaltering.

He disarms you quickly, latching his free arm around your abdomen as he places his knife clean against your jugular. He forcibly walks you over to the bathroom sink in front of your friend’s bathroom mirror. Its reflection showed one horrified you with a knife to your throat, and one stalker-creep pressing himself up against your ass.

“Also, you never answered me, baby.” Ghostface teases. He adds pressure to your throat with the knife, making you whimper animalistic-ally. And with each word, he presses it harder and harder against your skin.

“What. Is. Your. Favorite. Scary. Movie?”

At this point, you’re sniffling with tears and snot pooling down your face. If you were going to die right here and now, you would look pitiful. But, you mustered up the courage to answer him as honestly as possible.

“Ah-uhm… I-I love paranormal fiction, like “The Conjuring”! a-and psychological horror… like “Silence of the Lambs”…I also like!…” you croaked.

“Yeahhh~?” The masked man prompted, pushing his hips closer against your behind. He pushed you onto the front counter, your pelvis digging into the hard material as you winced in pain.

“I-I also like… slasher films…” you admitted defeatedly. Somehow, you found some arousal in this life or death situation. You were hoping your answer would appease Ghostface and he would let you go unscathed.

“Haha, thaaaat’s right. You do have a thing for masked men, don’t you, dirty bitch?” Ghostface groaned. He began to slowly rut his hips against your ass, his growing erection creeping up the back of your thighs. He eased up with the knife on your neck but didn’t remove it completely.

This elicited a strained moan from your throat, your arousal already pooling in your panties. The arm around your waist let up and instead found its way around your neck. Ghostface’s knife found purchase at your side, the tip of his blade slightly pressing against you.

He asked you another question as he choked you. “You got a boyfriend?” You answered no. Honestly, you hadn’t focused on obtaining a relationship recently.

“Hmmm… ‘s a shame then. Pretty girl like you would be expected to be around someone’s arm,” the masked man claimed, tightening his clothed arm around your neck.

You began to choke as your airways were restricted. The knife at your side began to trail upward to your cleavage. You breath quickened as he continued to press the knife against your shirt. It easily cut through the thin material, causing it to split in half to reveal your breasts. You could almost swear you heard Ghostface moan at the sight.

“P-please, d-don’t hurt me-“ you weakly pleaded. Ghostface hummed as he continued to slice your bra in half, causing your tits to fall oh so pleasantly onto your chest. He then dragged the knife to your back side, fiddling with the waist of your jeans.

“Oh, doll face…” Ghostface cooed. He broke the barrier between your skin and the waist of your jeans and started cutting them. After a few skilled hand motions, your jeans were pooled around your ankles, leaving you in nothing but your arousal-filled panties.

“I’m only gonna hurt ya reeeal good.” The man presses his fully erect cock against your quivering ass, curses streaming from his lips as he groped you. Without a moments waste, Ghostface yanks your panties down and latches his left hand around your waist, placing his knife blade back to your neck.

“Now, either you take my cock like a good little whore, or I gut your ass like a fuckin’ fish,” he growls directly into your ear. You whine at the thought of both, but would prefer to keep your life.

“Mkay…” you softly respond, bracing yourself for whatever is to come. Ghostface snickers as he lifts his robe to discard his boxers, stroking his cock lewdly behind you. He quickly spins you around to face him, he easily towers over you by a whole foot.

“Fuckin’ spit on it,” he commands. His tone is nasty but full of lust. You obey and let your saliva drip onto his dick. “Now stroke,” he says. You comply again, reluctantly, wrapping your hand around his girthy cock. It was twice as long than wide, you were nervous for how it would fit inside you. Ghostface groaned and peeped your nervous exterior, chuckling before he acknowledges you.

“What’s wrong? Never had a cock this big before?” You shook your head, looking up at him briefly before he grips your waist and spins you back around to face the mirror.

“Honored to be the first to rearrange your guts then.” Without warning, Ghostface shoves his cock deep inside your needy pussy. You yelp as the fresh feeling is followed by a sting, but subsided as he moved erratically inside you. You ass bounces against his pelvis loudly as he gives you the nastiest back shots known to man.

His technique is controlled but rough, repeatedly pounding into you at a rhythmic pace. Your cunt becomes sloppy the more he digs into your guts, making your stomach twirl over and over. You hang your head down to stabilize yourself, but Ghostface grabs you by the hair and forces your head back up, making you stare at yourself in the mirror getting fucked.

“Fuckin’ watch yourself, slut… Watch yourself take this killer dick… Pussy’s-fuck-suckin’ me in so needily… greedy slut, am I makin’ you feel that good, huh?” Ghostface rambles. He’s practically babbling, lost in the feeling of your pussy squeezing around him, his precum making you even creamier.

“Yeauhhh, f-fuck!” You cry out as you watch yourself in the mirror bouncing on Ghostface’s dick. It was so lewd and barbaric the why he was rearranging your guts in front of your friend’s bathroom mirror. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was cumming and getting the hell out of here.

“Puhlease!!” You felt your abdomen grow tight as your pelvic muscles contracted. You whined and pleaded for the man to let you cum. He couldn’t deny your whimpers and begging were extremely hot. But he had the upper hand and remained in control.

“Please what, huh? Needy pussy wants to cum al-fucking-ready, yeah?” He spat with singular, deep strokes into your shaking body. You looked at your pitiful form clinging to him as his masked face perched next to yours. If he kept this up, you would be KO.

“Too fuckin’ bad.” Ghostface pulls out of you abruptly and shoves you against the bathroom counter. You cry out in pain as he slaps your ass with a gloved hand. His cock twitched and drooled with precum.

Ghostface unlocks the bathroom door and tugs you by the hair into the hallway. “Not done with you yet, angel.” The two of you stagger downstairs into the living room, reminiscent of your initial encounter just a few short moments ago. He drags you to the couch and he plops down while he makes you stand before him.

Without a word, he points a gloved finger down to the floor. He manspreads on the couch as he gets comfortable, taking his other gloved hand and stroking his cock. You slowly descend to your knees in front of him. The sight in front of you was both hellish and heavenly. A large masked man exploiting his power to force himself onto you. And the two of you both knew that you actually enjoyed it.

“You scared?” Ghostface teased, still stroking his cock as he propped his head on his opposite fist and stared at you. You sat on your knees below him. You missed the way he felt inside you, but you were also curious of how he would feel inside your mouth. You scooted closer to him while leaving your hands in your lap.

You looked up at him for approval, but he said nothing. He just stared. You positioned yourself between his strong legs, sticking your tongue out to lap at the shaft. He groaned with this new feeling, sucking in some sharp breaths. You were certain now that he had a voice changer, if he was anything similar to the Ghostface from the movies. Part of you wanted to hear his real voice, and see his face.

“Go on, it won’t bite unless you want it to,” Ghostface instructed you. Your soft lips enveloped the head of his dick, making him hiss. God, the way he tasted, the way the head alone filled your mouth, the sounds he was making: It was sinisterly seductive.

You bobbed your head up and down his cock, throating him as deep as you could. Ghostface placed one hand behind his head, while the other reached down to your head. He forced your head impossibly deeper onto his cock, making you gag.

“Awww, poor kitty’s gonna choke to death on my cock~ am I too big for your little mouth, baby?” he false sympathized. He held you in place with your nose touching his pelvis. You shot up gasping for air and coughing, saliva dribbling from your lips onto his dick. Ghostface continued fucking your face until he had enough.

“You’re a cutie, you know that?” He praised while clutching your jaw. You studied him for a bit. With how “intimate” the two of you have been recently, you figured you deserved some insight into this Ghostface portrayer.

“…who are you?” You questioned, afraid of retaliation. The room grew silent before he answered. Unfortunately, his answer didn’t satisfy your curiosity.

“… yet still, so fuckin’ dumb,” he jaunted. He erupted from the couch and swapped places with you, lifting you up with ease and throwing you onto the leather couch. Your naked body lay back first on the living room couch as Ghostface looked over you.

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend-“ you yelled in defense. Your guard was low. You were tired and just wanted to know more. Hell, if things ended well you considered not calling the cops.

The Ghostface killer finally pealed off his long, black garment, revealing a chiseled body with scars old and new. But the mask obstructing his face stayed on. He latched onto your legs, separating them forcibly and hiking them in the air. His heavy cock slapped against your glistening cunt, pulsating for the feeling to be full again.

Though he discarded his robe, his large knife still found its way into his hand. “You really wanna know who I am?” Ghostface genuinely replied. The knife twirled in his hand. You were hesitant to answer, yet you wanted to know more about the person who stalked you, broke into your friend’s house, and stuffed you full of cock.

“Yeah… y-yes, please,” you answered. You winced with each slap of his dick on your poor clit. He then placed his knife blade to your stomach, applying a firmness to your skin. His other hand came to cover your mouth in preparation for what was to come.

“Then I’ll show you.”

The killer takes his blade and begins to apply pressure onto your stomach, drawing blood almost after initial contact. You screamed in reactive pain as you felt the knife carve sharp but fairly shallow strokes into your tummy. “Shutttt the fuck upppp,” Ghostface growled as he guided his blade.

You felt like you were about to pass out as you hollered while Ghostface continued to mark you with his infamous knife. Your eyes burned with tears as you screamed into his gloved palm.

After a short while, he lifted his knife and halted. Your eyes were glued shut, still whimpering from the lingering pain of the blade. He had written something on your bare stomach. He was proud of it. So proud that he wanted to take a better look for himself.

Ghostface takes his empty left hand and stretches it to his face, reaching for the bottom of his mask. He slowly tilts the mask upward, and you’re able to see a cocky grin with plush, glossy lips once you open your watery eyes. He tilts it back even farther, eventually removing the obstructive plastic to reveal his face. The man looked young. He had a pretty face with pearlite hair. He has a rosiness to his cheeks, making him unconventionally attractive. But god, his eyes.

His crystalline-blue eyes were the scariest thing about him.

Ghostface removed the mask completely now, placing it on the couch next to you. It was impossible that a man this pretty was capable of such heinous things. He pointed a gloved finger to your stomach, smiling maniacally.

“There’s your answer, angel.”

The letters marked into your stomach spelled “SATORU”.

Before you could comprehend any of this, Satoru stuffed you with his cock once more. “Aaah!! S-shit!!” You cried at the harsh force and pace he had set, drilling into your sore cunt without remorse. Satoru’s breathing was disheveled, much like his form as he fucked you deeper into the couch. Your legs folded over you with the help of his obnoxiously strong shoulders.

“Ha-ha-ah… this is me, doll face.” Satoru quipped, not letting up on his brutal assault on your pussy. “… Like what you see?”

You were too far gone to answer, either from the loss of blood or the way the tip of his cock kissed your G-spot so sweetly. All you could do was lay there and take it. Revel in the feeling of being pounded under a hot stranger who has made active threats against your life.

“Fuck! ‘M bleedin’,” you said weakly, eyes threatening to cross. Your adrenaline was through the roof, unaware that you were folded in on yourself while actively bleeding from your abdomen. You moved your hands to Satoru’s biceps, clinging onto them for stability as he ravaged your poor body.

“You’re much prettier this way, baby. Gotta remind you who you belong to,” Gojo struggled to breathe. His own body began to show signs of fatigue, despite his hips and dick showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. The loud screeching of the couch with each powerful thrust echoed through the entire house. You felt that he had the potential to the split the couch, and you, in half.

“You’re mine, daddy’s property now… Nasty girl, goin’ dumb on a stranger’s cock in a friend’s house…s-shit… Wonder if they’re just as naughty as you.” Gojo was so close to cumming that he was babbling. His dick curves deliciously inside you, making you squeal. A perfect ring of cream coated the base of his cock as he moved in and out of your sloppy pussy.

His nasty words ignited something in you. You found a liking to his voice hidden behind the voice changer, but you adored his natural voice. It was so smooth and velvety. He could convince you of anything with that voice and his charm, despite him being a cold blooded killer.

“W-wanna cum! Puhlease!!” You cried. You resorted to begging, looking Gojo deep into his bright but sinister eyes. He flashed you a grin, stopping his strokes while balls deep inside you.

“Who’s a dirty girl?” He cooed, bending all the way over, centimeters away from your face. You whined a pitiful whine. Fuck, he was a smooth talker. You hated how good he made you feel. This was so wrong.

“M-me!” You cried out. Both of you were on the brink of orgasm. Satoru was just milking it out to be a sick sadist. He laughed, feeling back his hips to slam back into you, making you cry.

“Yeah? Dirty baby’s getting her pussy pounded on Hallow’s Eve. Ya don’t even know who I am, yet you’re begging like a bitch in heat for me, hm? Fuck-Such a naughty… nasty… slut!” He annunciated each word with a harsh thrust.

“Yes!! Yesss!!” Your toes curled in reaction to your onset orgasm. This was some fantasy of yours: getting used by a masked slasher against your will. The affect he has on you was cultivating. He let you ride out your high on your own, giving you shallow strokes.

“There you go, heh,” Satoru giggled weakly. His hips regained movement, ready to finish himself off. “Gonna cum inside this pretty pussy, princess… y-you on birth control? No? F-fuck it. ‘Course you’re not…pussy’s way too tight…” He continued his yapping, his strokes growing sloppy. All you could do was nod in response. Gojo had fucked your entire vocabulary out of you. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back.

“Damn… u’re so cute, uhh~” he wailed. His balls slapped against the curve of your ass with his final stroke, finally emptying himself into you. At this point, being on birth control was the least of your worries. You had to figure out a way to tell all this to your friend when they return… or make the decision to not tell them at all.

Gojo collapsed on top of you, breathing staggered and heavy. You laid underneath him trying to settle yourself. If someone asked you, you’d admit the sex with him was A1. If he weren’t a terrible person, you could almost see a relationship with him.

After a moments time, Satoru retracted himself from your cunt, watching his seed pour out of you. He reached into his cloak and pulled out his phone. He then grabbed you by the hair to lift your weak head toward the camera.

“Smile pretty for the camera, princess,” he purred. You and him were in the frame, with you on your back, pussy dripping with cum, and abdomen carved and bloody, and Satoru above you holding you by the hair. He snapped the picture quickly, then quickly grabbing his mask and placing it back on his face. He followed up by redressing in his black garment. He grabbed his knife, bloody and red, and placed it in his pocket.

You watched him dress himself, staring at his body. You were almost sad he was leaving. Sad he was leaving you.

“Don’t miss me too much, angel,” Gojo purred seductively, giving you a small wave as he crossed his gloved fingers in some gesture and dissipated into thin air. Once he was gone, you made it a priority to rush back upstairs to the bathroom. You showered then found some first aid gear and cleaned yourself up as best you could.

You found your phone and descended back down stairs, remembering that Panko was still alone outside. You opened the sliding doors quickly and called for him to come inside. Luckily, your friend had a covered patio with a fireplace. The dog was laying there patiently, stretched out and warm. Panko trotted in the house, and you shut and locked the door behind him.

You retreated to the kitchen and sat down, opening your phone for the first time in 35 minutes. You saw a notification in your messages, saying that your pizza delivery arrived 10 minutes ago.

“Fuck…” you cursed as you ran to the front door. The delivery person was standing at the front door, looking impatient but slightly concerned. You apologized and paid them quickly and went back inside, making sure that door was locked tight.

God, you hoped they didn’t hear everything that was going down in the living room. You warmed it up and scarfed down two slices. You also took some pain medication, hoping it would help your beaten state.

Soon after you finished, another notification popped up on your phone. It was a text message with something attached. You opened it, only to find it was from an unknown number. The message had a picture attached, the same picture Satoru had taken of you and him minutes ago. You frantically looked up, afraid he was still near. How did he get your phone number? Should you block him?

The message beneath the photo read as follows:

“See you on Halloween, princess 🩵”

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So much so that immediately after returning to your apartment from a long mission, getting a small waff of your sweet smelling scent activated something primal in him. It ignited an instinct he never knew he had. But he couldn't help it. He was no better than a rabid blood hound sniffing out its hunted prey.

You were pinned against the edge of your bed on your back, with Kakashi's chiseled frame intimately adhered to yours. With each snap of his hips, his cock buried deeper and deeper into your squelching cunt. His head was lodged into the crook of your neck, his eyes were tightly shut as a symphony of pathetic, needy whines and pants escaped his throat.

"Fuck, y/n, y'pussy's so good. N-need more, wanna be deeper inside you, s-shit... Keep sucking me in, baby, please-" he choked as his strokes become more erratic. His breathing was irregular as his desperate pants became grunts. Kakashi was practically animalistic with the way his long fingers pawed at your plush ass.

"Mngh, baby, w-wait-" you strangled as the head of your boyfriend's dick found purchase against your G-spot, creating a delicious drag along your walls that made you whine out in ecstasy. Your toes curled as you held your legs firmly against your own shoulders, with Kakashi's whiny pleas growing more and more raunchy as he pounded you into the mattress.

"Pretty girl's gonna look gorgeous stuffed so full'f m'cum. Wanna put a baby in this sweet pussy... Want you'ta have my child, princess~" he groaned as his pelvis ricocheted off of the back of your thighs. You moaned at his words as you, too, gasped for air. You bite your lip as you chant a series of curses and high pitched squeals.

"Oh? Is my baby g'nna cum? Then do it, slut~" Kakashi strangled as he burrowed his head back into your neck, biting hard under your ear on your neck as his thrusts got sloppy and began to stutter. His verbal cue solidified your end as your orgasm overtook you, creaming on his cock with an familiar sensation.

"Y'er fuckin' mine... all mine, you hear?" Your boyfriend snarled as he fought back additional whines before emptying his balls into your sweet cunt. Your eyes roll in your skull as you feel your womb swell with cum, quickly moving your hands to Kakashi's ass to hold him flush against you.

The two of you sit in this position for a few minutes after your both finish. Then Kakashi raises his head slightly to nip at your neck and kiss the bruises he gave you, moving his lips to your lips and eventually to your forehead. "That's my girl, so good for me," he praised. He caresses your head and massages your sides. You giggle and smile under him with so much adoration in your eyes. And he returns a similar loving look. You really were his sweet girl who would do anything for him.

You have so much love in your heart for this man.