you were only gone for a few days, just shy of a week for your business trip, but to clark, it felt like a century. he claimed that it felt like it had been a millennium since he's felt the tight warmth of your pussy gripping onto his cock for dear life.
so, you can't blame him for being a bit rougher this time around.
he missed you so bad. so fucking bad that everyday seemed worse than the previous— trying to jack off to the thought of you. it's not enough. he reminisces the grip of your walls, pulling him in desperately.
he'd always much preferred to service you, making it his goal to make you come. though, he can't promise the same when you come back.
you two arrived in the bedroom so naturally, like it was meant to be: for him to fuck you senseless as soon as you came home. he sunk into the wet feeling between your legs quickly, finding himself ramming his large member into you once again after a long time of being away.
he fucks you to oblivion, sending you over the edge repeatedly until the bed's soaked with a mixture of both yours and his cum. he doesn't stop. he won't.
he wants you to know how bad he's missed you, and your clit.
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Warnings: MDNI, NONCON -> DUBCON (coerced), F!Reader, noncon face sitting, forced orgasm, edging, cunnilingus, captivity, yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, oral f. receiving, clit play, teasing, block me if uncomfortable + not proofread.
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Yandere!Captor who forces you to sit on his face, he absolutely loves it, being smothered by your cunt is an absolute dream for him.
Your hands are tied behind your back as he tightens his grip on your thighs, holding you down, pressing his lips against the fleshy pads of your cunt before he makes contact with your clit, giving it a few smooches that make you visibly flinch before he captures it into his mouth.
You let out a bunch of protests, struggling against his face as he holds you tight, he would forcefully drag you down whenever you'd lift your hips— breaking contact between your cunt and his lips. It earns a dissatisfactory groan from him, brows furrowed as he grips you tighter until his knuckles were turning white.
He connects his lips to your cunt again, dragging his tongue from your slit to your clit slowly before swirling it around the bud.
When he feels you trying to break away again— even though you can't— he'll use his teeth, clamping his teeth down onto your clit not too harsh that it'll hurt you, but just enough to cause pain which makes your thighs give up reflexively, causing you to lose balance and sit snuggly on his face.
You quickly try to lift yourself up, but you fail when he nibbles on your sensitive bud, making your thighs tremble and your hips move in an effort to soothe the jolts of pain travelling through your spine.
You could feel his smirk before he stops nibbling on it, giving it small flicks with his tongue before he presses it flat against your clit and closes his mouth around it, slowly licking up and down as he tries relieve the same pain he caused.
You let out a sigh of relief as the sharp pain slowly fades, involuntarily bucking your hips against his face without realisation as it feels very soothing.
The wetness seeps out of you in embarassing amounts, which only serves as a device to mock you later when he does this all over again.
“Oh fuck— she's soaking f'me.” You hear his muffled voice, his breath felt warm in between your thights.
You drop your head in shame, because you can hear how disgustingly wet you've gotten due to his actions, the slurrping noises echo in your ears like a mockery and a reminder of how your body chooses to betray you everytime.
All because of him.
He feels his cock twitch in his pants, getting harder and harder each and every second. But he stays focused, continuing to devour your cunt like a man starved.
He groans into it, causing vibrations to shoot up in your core, making you shiver in an unwelcomed satisfaction.
He drinks up all the juices you were leaking like it was nectar, letting out satisfactory noises as if he's eating a fancy meal. You're chest breaks out involuntary moans no matter how much you try to contain them, which only makes him feral knowing that he's the reason, it makes him feel very validated to and egoistic.
“Mhm? At least some part of you is honest with me.” He mutters, rubbing salt into your wound, adding more to the shame you were feeling.
He presses kisses all over it, sighing when he feels your clit flutter in his mouth when he traps it in his mouth.
“Fuck, you're so divine baby. I love you so so so so so much.” He adds breathlessly, face flustered as he dines on your cunt.
You swallow the lump in your throat, toes curling in pleasure when you feel a familiar knot tighten in your stomach. You start squirming again, not wanting the knot in your stomach to snap and betray you wholly.
But it was impossible not when he's below you, working his mouth like he's desperate.
You brace yourself for the impact.
Yet, nothing happens, in fact, you feel the absence of his mouth which makes you look down, he had pulled away right before you could cum.
The feeling in your stomach fades, but not in a way that you expected it to, it left behind a frustrating ache that gnawed in your gut, it made you irritated. You let out a huff in disappointment reflexively.
You thought maybe he'd stop, maybe he's had his fill? whatever that means.
You expect him to pull you off him, but he doesn't do that, he reattaches himself again, once again capturing your cunt wholly, tongue prodding at your entrance as he slowly tries shoving the wet muscles in.
You're left confused, wondering what he's planning, but nonetheless you feel the knot form in your stomach again.
You expect it to snap, but once again, it's abruptly interrupted, leaving a sense of frustration behind. You open your mouth to question— but you're quickly shut up when you feel his mouth on you again.
He repeats it everytime you're near a few more times.
It leaves you more frustrated than ever, overriding every other emotion. You whine in disappointment as your orgasm is abruptly stolen once again.
You let out a frustrated cry, brows furrowed as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, you press your hips down, pushing your cunt against his mouth involuntarily as the irritation of being denied your bliss was driving you insane.
“What is it baby? Wanna cum?” He asked, huffing against your bud. You looked down, staring into his eyes as he gave you a smirk.
He was doing this on purpose.
“If you don't use your voice, I'll just have to keep on doing this.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your bottom lips.
You stayed quiet, trying to break away from his grip, hands tugging against the rope to loosen it but it doesn't work.
He starts his shenanigan once again, maneuvering you down and pressing you flush to his face.
You gasp, feeling your high build up slowly, you squirm against his face, pressing your cunt flat against his mouth but he turns his head away, causing you to almost collapse forward in exasperation.
“Please...” You bite your lip, voice coming out meekly.
“Please what baby?” He asks, smooching your inner thigh. “You want to cum?” He adds.
You nod, head moving up and down as you look at him with a neediness you've never experienced before.
“Beg.” He comands, thumb drawing circles on your thigh.
He is so fucking mean, asking you to beg for something you didn't want in the first place— usually he'd make you cum without asking you for anything, but today, he shifted his plans, dead set on making you betray your own self.
You didn't want to, but you know that he'll torture you like this for hours if you didn't.
“P-please, I want to cum.” You murmer, voice shaky as he drags his tongue across your slit after hearing that.
“More.” He tuts.
“Please, I wanna cum, I want to cum so badly. Please let me cum.” You beg, humiliation churning in your gut. “Oh fuck—!” You choke on your words when he pushes his tongue inside you. You could feel the warm muscle invade your depths causing you to see stars, your cunt clenches around it, trying to grip it but it causes the soft muscle to be pushed out instead.
He continues working his mouth, soft pants leaving from him too as he makes out with your pussy.
“Tell me you love me.” He utters, fingers digging into your flesh, causing a little amount of pain.
You shut your eyes, feeling the same knot build up in your stomach for the nth time.
“I'll stop if you don't. I can play the long game.” He threatens, slowing down but you panic, shaking your head.
“No! Please, I love you, I love you.” You chant frantically, not wanting him to stop as the knot begins to feel like it's about to rip apart.
“I love you— I love you so much! please please please,” You repeat it over and over again, earning a satisfactory groan from him. “Ahh! oh!— fuck fuck—” You choke, letting out a loud moan as your high crashes down on you.
It hit harder than any other orgasm you've experienced before, you collapsed forward due to the sheer intensity, face landing into the soft mattress of the bed that you learnt to call your home.
Your body twitched as you collected yourself, hips bucking into his face, riding your orgasm out. Your thighs trembled, body shaking visibly due to the aftermath of your orgasm.
His hands slide up your waist gently before they come down, he lifts one of your thighs planted on the side of his head to pull himself away from beneath and sits up straight as he turns to look at you.
You collapse to your side, hands still behind your back as you gasp for air, chest back and forth.
He smiles cruelly, pushing you onto your back before undoing his pants and lining himself against your freshly abused cunt, he could see the way it was still swollen, still throbbing in desperation.
“I love you too.” He cooes before pushing himself inside without a warning.
— gojo satoru, geto suguru, yuta okkotsu, yuji itadori, tamsy caines, dabi, katuski bakugo, + feel free to imagine any character you like!
all characters mentioned are all obviously aged up.
bruce was a busy man, both as batman and bruce wayne
all he wanted to do was to finish the rest of his work by tonight, especially since lucius has been hounding him for weeks about the overdue paperwork. if bruce could get it completed on time, lucius would let him breathe and he would get to retire early that night to your embrace
what he didn’t expect was the door opening to reveal you, wearing a silk robe and still awake at this time of night after trying to fall asleep without the presence of your husband
and what he certainly didn’t expect was how things took a turn— from you sitting by his side and trying to convince him to come to bed with occasional small kisses to you, full-on straddling his lap, the kisses turning hotter and messier by the second
the robe was slipping off your shoulder, your hair covering you and bruce around like a curtain as you moaned on his lips from the slight rock of your hips to his. one hand of yours was cradling his jaw while the other was on his tie to pull him close
bruce’s hands slid under your robe to hold onto your waist, feeling the unmistakable boner of his grow under you just by the warmth of your skin. it made him groan on your mouth when he felt you slightly shift under him, biting your bottom lip and sliding his tongue in right where you let out a sound as a response
he couldn’t help but rock your body with his, feeling the slight damp spot of your panties hit his clothed boner that made both of you moan
bruce broke the kiss, catching his breath as his eyes never left yours. “fuck” he groaned, feeling your body slowly grind on his. it made him take one hand to grab your face and immediately go back for another taste of your lips, capturing your mouth with hunger
“you’re distracting me”
“and you love it”
oh yes he did. how could he not?
you felt bruce rock his hips back with yours, giving your throbbing yet clothed cunt the attention it needed as it made you break the kiss to throw your head back with a pleasured moan, the heat in your core slowly getting satisfied by the friction the tent in his pants was giving you
and there, bruce pulled off the tie of your robe with a smooth motion. only to realize that the only thing you were wearing under that robe was your undergarments. all it did was darken his gaze with desire and tilt your head down to make contact with your lips, unable to resist your taste and touch
safe to say the paperwork was fully forgotten that night
lol my entire blog got flagged mature labeled so lets talk about bruce wayne
i mean bruce wayne, the same man who couldn’t keep his eyes off you outside the yacht— more specifically, the bikini you were wearing. and who could blame him? you looked ravishing in it, the color complementing your skin tone and your body glowing under the sun.
it didn’t matter how beautiful the scenery was or how blue and clear the ocean was; no view could ever compare to the one bruce had— you, on top of him with lips on his and hands running on his toned and scarred chest
yes, on a chair and still on the outer deck of the yacht, mind you
one hand left your hip to slide in the bottom part of your bikini, only to slowly trace your wet cunt with his middle finger. you moaned on his lips, feeling your arousal drip in his touch
“look at her” bruce whispered. if your mind wasn’t clouded, you would have heard the slight teasing in his voice. “already so eager”
his lips trailed down, tasting the salty remains of the ocean on your soft skin and using his teeth to pull down your top for more. it pulled out a breathless sigh from you, nudging your cunt more to his touch as a way of asking for more
but your actions would soon be answered the moment bruce’s mouth latched onto one of your boobs, his warm tongue circling and lapping on your hard nipples while his mouth sucked and got to work— all while his finger left for his hand to push the hem of your bikini aside for your throbbing cunt to be revealed
you pulled down bruce’s swim-shorts just enough for his cock to be revealed, its length hard and tip flushed. the fact that he already had a painful boner just from you in a bikini set was almost pathetic
he let out a muffled groan on your boob, the tip rubbing on your aching core sending sensations to both you and him. it wasn’t until bruce lined himself up and slowly inserted himself in that your touch almost trembled
you moaned, knocking your head back with your lips slightly parted and back arched for more. but bruce took his mouth off your boob, his hand leaving your hips to bury itself in your wet hair and gently tilt your head down to meet his gaze— blue eyes narrowed with desire
“eyes on me, sweetheart” he murmured, shifting his other hand so his thumb could push your bikini away while his palm was rested on your hip. “let me see you”
bruce continued to push more of his length in you, hearing your soft sounds leave you as he continued to coo more. “thaaat’s it, always takin’ me so well.”
he could never get enough of the way your pussy was always so warm, so tight despite it not being your first time with him, so inviting for him and only him. it was a drug so insatiable bruce couldn’t help but want more
the more you took him, the more your walls kept fluttering around his cock to adjust to his size. bruce had to groan and claim your lips with a hungry, passionate kiss to hold back a hiss.
and if you think that wasn’t enough, just wait till you hear the words that come out of his mouth when he begins to drag his cock in you— deep and heavy in the type of way that had your back arching and your mouth gasping for more
“fuuuck, just like that. keep suckin’ me in, baby”
“god, you’re absolutely stunning”
“love this set on you so much, so—" thrust. “fucking” thrust. “much” thrust.
and when bruce finally had enough of pushing the fabric away and wanted both of his hands on your skin, he ripped your bikini bottom, not even thinking or even caring about the string tied on your hips he could have easily untied
you gasped on his lips from the sound of fabric tearing, feeling both of his hands grip tightly on your hips and immediately speeding up the pace, the tip hitting that sweet spot vigorously
“i’ll buy you another set” bruce promised on your lips with another thrust, more and more intense than the other. “fuck— make it the whole store” he groaned. “wanna see you model the whole collection”
don’t me wrong, he loves making love to you. how your bodies surrendered to each other with nothing but devotion and adoration for one another. how your lips would move in unison. how both of you knew where to touch and where not to touch
but something, something about watching you crumble from his touch… it made him breathless
“fuck, fuuck, that’s it sweetheart” bruce groaned on the collar of your neck with another rough thrust in your warm pussy. both of you were propped up to your knees, though you were slightly leaning forward and bruce’s large arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you still, his chest pressing on your back
his thrusts were everything but gentle, your boobs bouncing from how rough his hips were snapping behind you as your warm cunt was taking every inch of
his eyes were fixed on your reflection in the body-length mirror facing both of you. and god, bruce would fucking kill for this view everyday
you, one hand on the back of his head while the other was gripping the sheets under you. his blue eyes were holding contact with your wide, blown ones, seeing how there was nothing but pure ecstasy in them as lewd yet addictive sounds kept leaving your lips from how he was fucking you senseless
bruce took his other hand and slid two digits in your fully parted lips, muffling your moans. “look at you” he whispered in your ear, darkening his gaze with each second he looked at you, grunting with his thrusts. “a fucking mess for me. gorgeous”
all you could was whine, swirling your tongue around his digits with saliva seeping out from your mouth, watching bruce’s cock disappear in you and hearing the filthy, wet noises it came out with
“look at her go” bruce continued cooing in your ear, tilting your head down with his fingers still in your mouth to get a good look of the reflection of your pussy. “takin’ me so well, thaaat’s my girl”
his hand slid out from your mouth to squeeze your boob firmly, feeling his fingers coated with your saliva and smearing it on your skin. “and how could i forget these?” you did nothing but moan and clench around his cock as a response, making a groan leave his lips
you arched your back for both more of his hands and more of his cock, the buzz in your body making you feel numb. bruce let go of your boob to tilt your head up and claim your lips hungrily, a type of kiss that was possessive and consuming— a mess of his own
and there did you realize just how much of a mess you were. his mess
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jason todd can never fuck you without seeing your face.
he works himself up just to lean himself all the way over, breaking his neck just to kiss you. ignoring how his bones ached in protest and his hips bucked.
at first you think he’s just being sweet, not letting you suck him off because he wants you closer, or making you lay on your back instead of your stomach. his eyes watching yours and trailing across your face as though it was all he needed.
even when you closed your eyes, basked in the feeling of him and tried to get used to the stretch. jason didn’t even need words when they failed you, instead he read your face. felt how you tensed and your hands grabbed at his back. he cooed a response out of you.
“that feel good ma?” rasping with difficulty as you gasped softly. then you nodded and he cupped your cheek, voice soft as feathers as he spoke to you. “can you tell me how it feels?”
a shudder runs through you as he shifts his hips just barely. “good. it feels really, really good.”
then he smiles and rolls onto his back, pulling you into his lap as he did it. you sink back onto him so easily this time, sighing in unison as he seated himself fully inside. his hands fell to your ass, taking cupfuls as you fluttered your lashes at him when he began moving you. slowly at first but quickly his movements grew more frantic as the sounds rumbled from his chest and echoed through your skin, penetrating your thoughts in the same way he did your body.
jason loves to watch you lost yourself in it, seeing the hunger grow from your shyness and fucks you til you’re begging him for more. because you are as insatiable as he is and even more is never enough.
after he coaxes you through an orgasm and stares through half lidded eyes, you try changing the position yourself. though you fail, collapsing onto his chest and begging for more with that hoarse tone in your voice that told him you were exhausted.
jason could never deny his sweet girlfriend from his touch could he?
pulling off his lap, he moved to situate himself over you once again. pulling out just for a moment while you flop onto your stomach, sighing into the pillow dreamily. he blinks as he hovers over you, hand grazing your side as he says your name. swallowing thickly as the sight of you arching for him, stomach flat on the mattress as you pulled your arms under the pillow, burying your face into it and got more comfortable.
jason breathes heavier as he rasps. “i wanna see your face too princess, come on.”
though you only hum and murmur something that sounded like ‘mm too tired’. jason snakes his arm under your chest and pulls you up by your throat, not enough to hurt, but just enough to coax. your hand slides behind you, guiding his throbbing length through your puffy folds before sinking back onto him. sucking him in and moaning as you arch your back further. jason nearly chokes on his spit and pulls your face towards him, craning his neck just to kiss you even as you start to fold in on yourself when he picks up the pace.
the sound of his skin on yours is obscene, the pace he keeps is relentless. his eyes watch your shut ones as pushed you into another orgasm and reach your peak with a whimper. jason swallows the sweet sound from between your lips and lets your hands weakly tug at his hair at the crown of his neck more harshly than you’d intended.
the pain doesn’t bother him then. if anything, the sting reminds him you’re still there.
when you’re limp against him, shuddering from the feeling, he lets you gently onto the sheets. jason manhandles you onto your back again, fucking you right as you’re blissed out on him, humming with his name on your tender lips from how hard he’d been kissing you from behind. he’s rougher with you now that he can see your face fully again. that was exactly what he needed to tip over the edge. he moans your name out broken, dark hair sticking to his forehead as his perfect heterochromic eyes bore into your glazed ones.
“you’re so perfect ma,” he whimpers gorgeously. “god, you’re so beautiful.”
though the fucked out grin you gave him made him sputter and groan. hips stuttering as he gave powerful thrusts into you and let go, painting your walls a milky white you could practically taste. even then his eyes are open, arms braced by your head so he didn’t crush you with his weight and also to continue to see your face as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. tongue touching the tip of your top teeth before you giggled at him weakly. grazing your fingernails up his back as he shudders again and continues to thrust into you like he couldn’t resist, not when he’s got you under him like this.
you have to pull him to lay all the way down so he is laying over you, his weight like a heavy blanket that could lull you to sleep. dick so good it sends you into full rem quickly.
though when you wake up in the morning, jason’s laying on his side, his hand draped over your waist as your leg hung over his. and his eyes were set right on yours, lips ready to say your name like it had taken permanent residence on his tongue.
not proofread! im fighting demons so mb for not updating regularly lmao :p
18+, ab-riding, praise, aftercare, pet names (baby/babygirl, sweet girl)
YOU'RE DRAGGING your leaking, aching cunt across the hard lines of his torso until a squelching sound emits with every movement of your hips. he's simply laying there, an amused smirk playing at his lips as a result of your desperate whimpers. this usually happens when he's too tired or injured after patrol to fuck you in the way you crave.
"such a needy girl, huh?" he teases, resting two heavy, calloused hands on the fat of your hips. "jesus-" he huffs a low, gravely chuckle, entertained by just how much you're leaking. "makin' a goddamn mess, baby" he tuts, admiring the glistening slick smeared across his front.
you're so close, the friction of his firm, warm skin against your sensitive clit is making your nails dig in to his pecs. he knows when you're close before you do, always kept track of the way your body nearly loses control.
"you gonna cum like this?" he asks, "don't even need my help, huh?" he cups your cheek, making you lock eyes with him as your grinding grows sloppier. you couldn't care less about the embarrassment anymore, it's so intoxicating getting off on him like this, all while he sits back and watches.
your pathetic noises only grow louder with each grind, with each swipe of your pussy across his abs. "j-jay– m'gonna cum" you breathe out, clenching your eyes shut. you can feel his clothed, throbbing cock, probably making a sticky mess in his pants with pre-cum, pressing against your ass every time you move, a sign that he's getting off on this just as much as you are.
"i know, babygirl" he coos, leaning up slightly to press soft, fluttering kisses to your neck. "you can let go f'me, sweet girl" he purrs, brushing the hair from your flushed face and simply admiring the way your expression is twisted in pleasure. his precious girl, using him to get off.
your breath hitches when your orgasm finally comes crashing over you, leaving you twitching against him. he holds you through your high as you cry out, his name heavy on your tongue. he's bucking his hips up, trying to get in any last stimulation before you collapse against him, exhausted. "there we go" he speaks softly, gently, as if he's coddling you.
"you feel better? hm?" he asks, "not so needy now, i bet." he chuckles lowly, and you're too fucked out to retort back. a calm settles in your bones as he holds you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and kissing the crown of your head. he'll make sure to take care of you properly once you've both rested.
cw: nsfw, clark kent x reader, afab reader, Clark is an ass man don’t fight me, absolutely down bad, body worship, praise, slight breast play?, gentle, fingering.
Clark Kent is a fan of lingerie.
The word 'dozen' doesn't even begin to describe how many bags were on the bed. Typical Clark, carried away when he finds something to his liking, trying to impress his beloved. Was it a bad idea to buy out an entire lingerie store with the (very generous) raise Wayne Entertainment provided? Possibly. Would he trade the smile on your face for anything else in the world? Hell no.
"You said it made you feel sexy," he says, scratching the back of his neck. He'd always do that thing: acquiring a big gift and making a grand gesture for you, only to act sheepish once everything was at your fingertips.
Boy, was he bad at pretending. You knew he bought the sets because he liked them just as much as you did. It wasn't even about taking the lingerie off - the simple fact of seeing you in something lacy and pretty made him hard. Goodness knows what he'd do if the bags were full of sundresses instead.
Getting to see you try on each and every pair? That's a great segue into absolutely ruining his pants.
"Gosh, baby, you look beautiful in that," he calls, gaze dragging everywhere on your body.
This was his favourite so far; the Superman-themed blue babydoll with red accents from some nerdy fashion brand Barry had recommended him. As much as it genuinely made him seem like a dork, he truly did love how you fit in anything with his signature 'S' symbol on it.
His fingers drag over the lace, palm of his hand warming your skin beneath the wear. Clark bites the inside of his cheek. “Give me a spin, gorgeous.” You oblige, giving him the view he so desperately needed right before he stops you midway. His hand drags all the way down to the hem of the dolly, lifting the dainty material with great shakiness, holding the fabric just above your waist.
He almost loses his breath at the sight of your ass, the plump of your bottom given a squeeze over the blue lingerie, red accents decorating your bum deliciously. “You’re staring.” The callout barely snaps him out of the trance, immediately followed up with pulling you into his lap, your back pressed to his chest. “I’ll take it off—“ “No, don’t do that. Keep it on.”
The bulge in his pants makes you squirm, relentlessly rubbing into the thinness covering your wetness. It’s only teasing until Clark grabs a handful of your right tit, pinching the hardened bud above the babydoll and murmuring sweet praises into the back of your neck.
“You’re a goddess.” “Look at that beautiful ass.” “You’re doing such a good job.”
To be flattered was an understatement; Clark needed to make sure you knew how he felt about you, regardless of how you felt about yourself. “I could write columns on columns about these hips,” he mouths against your skin, dipping his fingers between your thighs. You promptly rest the back of your head against his shoulder, lewd noises expected at your lips as he works you over.
That signature sunshine smile rested on his lips as he peppered kisses along your forehead, massaging the soft mound of your chest. “How have I ever deserved you?” A moan managed its way out between your lips once his fingers stretched your folds out, thick digits dragging in and out at a perfectly slow pace. It could never be enough to push you over the edge, but prep was essential with the man.
His head dips down to nip at your neck in soft nibbles, the palm on your breast slowly making its way down to your left knee, carefully pushing your leg apart to nab a proper view. Your folds squelched with the rhythm of his fingers, head leant and tongue lolling over your bottom lip. He takes the chance to kiss you sloppy and proper, laughing softly into your mouth.
“Clark,” you pant out, bucking your hips against his digits, “fuck, please, not just your fingers.”
SUKUNA HAD you currently on your hands and knees, his hands holding firmly onto your waist, red marks forming under his fingertips. His hips smacked against your ass with each of his deep thrusts. Your whole body jerking forward each time.
Tears rolls down your face, not because it hurt but because it felt so good. You had always been a little shy in bed with Sukuna but tonight was different, you had been so desperate for him all day you couldn’t hide how much you needed him.
“Harder..” you whined, he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red mark blooming on your skin. “Yeah? You want to be fucked like a slut?” You could only moan in response.
He grabs a handful of your hair, tugging your head back, you back arching further. “What’s the magic word?” He taunted with a smug smirk on his face, but he had never expected his innocent girl to be begging to be fucked harder.
“P-please.” You choked out and he harshly lets go of your hair only to push your face into the pillows to hit at a deeper angle. He pulled his cock out almost all the way, till only the tip was in before slamming back into you. A broken moan escaping your lips, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you, your tears staining the pillows.
“You like that, hm?” His cock hitting your cervix over and over again, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you. “Fuck, yes..” you moan out. A grin spreading across his face, he loved seeing this side of you that he had never experienced before.
He grabs your throat, pulling your head back up, squeezing it tight enough for you to feel it. Your breaths coming out uneven. “Such a fucking whore.”
His words make your walls flutter around his cock, feeling yourself get closer, and he felt it too. “You close?” He slows down his thrust purposely, pausing your upcoming orgasm. You whimper from the sudden slow movements, desperate to finish.
You try move back on him but his hand moves off your throat and to your ass, spanking it again as a warning, the slap echoing through the room. “Beg for it, doll.”
“Please,” you say desperately, tears falling down your face, his thrust slowly picking up the pace. “Please what?” He slaps your ass once again, harder than last time.
“Please.. please fuck me.” You sob out, a satisfied smirk tugging on his lips. His hand runs over your ass where he slapped it, soothing it over. “Good girl, that wasn’t so hard, hm?”
He returns back to pounding deep into you but not slowing down this time as your orgasm builds back up. Your breaths ragged as your body trembled, your walls clamping down around his cock making him curse under his breath.
His hand moves to find your clit, rubbing it quickly, dragging out your orgasm. Pleasure rushing through your body, a moan teared from your throat as the feeling of his cock pounding deep inside you and with his fingers on your clit at the same time your body was overwhelmed with pleasure.
The thrust soon become erratic as his own orgasm creeps up on him, his grip on your hips painful as he buried himself deep inside you, filling you up with his release, a deep groan slips past his lips.
He keeps his cock inside you as it starts to soften before eventually pulling out, your body collapsing against the bed. He chuckles lowly, patting your ass. “Didn’t think you could be such a slut.”
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cw: fem!reader, body insecurity (non-specific, just ‘soft belly’), soft dumbification, ddlg dynamics, daddy kink, dom!jack, he’s lowkey obsessed with her frilly socks, mating press
Jack is antsy. You’re not sure why.
His hand keeps wandering, stroking down your thigh first, then sliding up to your lower tummy. He completely ignores the movie you two were supposed to be watching, and frankly, you’re not able to concentrate on it either as he presses down just above your pubic bone.
“Jackie?” you murmur.
“Shh,” he whispers in response.
You don’t understand what exactly he is doing. His fingertips push into the softness of your belly, like he is testing just how much it’ll give. You feel your face warm up, embarrassment and insecurity seeping in like an old friend.
You squirm slightly, which earns you a soft ‘tsk’.
“Hold still, baby,” he mumbles.
“Why are you doing that?” you ask.
“You’re soft,” he replies with a shrug, like your question was pointless.
Soft. Not your favourite word. It makes the corners of your mouth droop, and you try to catch his hands to stop him from prodding at you any further.
Jack looks at you incredulously.
“Hey.” He grabs your fingers. “Stop that. Let me.”
He continues pawing at you like a cat, practically making biscuits on your stomach.
“Are you… are you, like, subtly trying to tell me to lose weight?” you ask. Worry taints your voice.
Jack’s head whips up to stare at you.
“What?” he questions. “No. Why?”
“You’re poking me and calling me soft,” you answer.
“Jesus, bunny, I’m—no. I meant… I like touching you because you’re beautiful and soft and warm, like… just like you should be,” he explains quickly.
You frown a little—a mix of disbelief and discontent.
“Bun, c’mon,” he murmurs and grabs hold of your chin. “I mean it. You’re beautiful. My most beautiful girl.”
His fingers mush your cheeks together, propping up your lips for him to kiss. You can’t help but giggle, which in return makes him smile.
“That’s better,” he praises gently. “Haven’t I been loving you enough?”
He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, then waits for your answer while his eyes bore into you.
“No, of course you have,” you mumble.
It’s true. You really are nothing short of spoiled in that regard.
“Hm,” Jack muses. “I’m not so sure.”
With that, he starts peppering the softest of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your jawline. Like a thousand little butterflies, he nibs tenderly at your neck.
“Sweet babygirl,” he murmurs. “So gorgeous and she doesn’t even know it, hm?”
You almost roll your eyes.
It’s not that serious, you want to say.
But then he kisses your collarbone, and one of his hands slips under your shirt, grazing the lace of your bra just slightly, and every word of protest dies down before it can even spill out.
“Jackie,” you gasp.
“Uh-uh,” he replies, barely lifting his mouth from your chest. “Shh… let Daddy take care of you.”
Somewhere between the twentieth kiss and the third hickey, he had taken off your shirt and bra. Kissed your nipples one by one, then down your ribs to your belly.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your sweats and panties, then drags them down to expose every inch of your skin. The cool air hits your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over your tummy.
While Jack discards his own clothes in no time, you reach down to take off your frilly white socks, but he stops you.
“Sweet pea,” he says softly. “If I wanted you to take ‘em off, I would’ve done so myself. Keep ‘em on.”
You smile sheepishly and nod.
“Sorry, Daddy,” you murmur.
“Nuh-uh, no apology needed,” he replies.
He kisses the top of your head before he climbs onto you, your legs making room for him easily. His hard cock throbs against your core as he leans down to kiss you breathless, his tip almost painfully red. You wonder how long he’s been hard and how you didn’t notice.
Despite that, he doesn’t enter you yet.
Instead, Jack folds you in half like you weigh nothing, hooking your legs over his shoulders easily. You squeak slightly, feeling utterly exposed at the new angle.
“Pretty,” he whispers, then kisses your ankle just above the cuff of your sock.
With one hand, he guides himself to your cunt, but not without sliding his cock through your wet folds first. He bumps himself against your clit twice, smiling when breathy whimpers fall from your lips.
“Daddy,” you plead, “No teasing, please.”
“Oh, but it’s my favourite thing to do with my favourite girl.”
He smirks as you pout, then swipes his tip through your folds again, eliciting a soft moan from you.
“I know that’s right,” he murmurs. “Let me hear you, baby.”
Then, without warning, Jack aims his cock at your opening and feeds you the first few inches. You gasp, your fingers curling into the thick sun-kissed skin of his biceps.
“Easy,” he mumbles.
His fingers find your clit as he slowly buries himself to the hilt, watching your mouth fall open. He starts with little circles, practically no pressure, but your reaction is imminent.
Pleasure blooms through your core, and you gasp out another breathy “Daddy.”
“You’re being so good,” he whispers. “Making the prettiest sounds for me and looking so beautiful at the same time.”
His weight keeps you folded in half as he slowly withdraws his cock from your cunt until only the tip of him is enveloped by your tight heat.
You can’t help it as you clench around him, your walls fluttering around him.
“Fuck,” Jack grunts, “Oh, you’re killing me. Do that again, bunny.”
You can’t control it—it just happens as he thumbs at your clit, making you gasp and tighten.
“Good fucking girl,” he whispers and thrusts back into you.
This angle has him hitting spots you didn’t know existed. His tip bullies your cervix with every roll of his hips, forcing husky moans out of you.
Every time you clench around him, he groans like it hurts.
“Fuck, bunny,” he whispers.
There seems to be only one solution: the next time he feels your cunt strangling his cock, he whips his head and quickly kisses the thrilly hem of your sock to keep him from cumming on the spot.
a/n: i debated if i should even post this, it kinda sucks :(
you’re sitting on sae’s lap as his lips are enacted on yours kissing you with a burning passion his hand having a fist full of hair as his lips move against yours.
he lets out soft groans against your lips as he deepens the kiss his hands moving to your waist to grind you down on his growing erection.
you let out a soft moan feeling his cock rub against your throbbing cunt. he pulls away from your lips to catch his breath panting softly,
“fuck. everything about you turns me on.” he says rutting up against you like a dog in heat.
“can… i just grind against you.” you murmur quietly to him, he lets out a shaky breath and nods. his hands immediately tightening their grip around your waist helping you grind against his clothed throbbing cock.
“shit, so wet already?” he says feeling your drenched panties rub against his boxers.
you huff embarrassingly and nod.
“how can i not?”
he smirks and continues rubbing his cock back and forth against you as he lets out soft moans of pleasure his cock warm and throbbing against you.
the bulge in his boxers extremely prominent showing the spot of wetness from his precum.
you continue moving against his throbbing cock making you chew on your bottom lip and whimper his cock is so thick and girthy even clothed away in his boxers.
“m’ gonna cum soon…” he breathed out as the wet spot becomes bigger through his boxers. his breathing getting heavier as his grip on your waist become stronger.
he lets out grunts and groans as he quickly moves his hips back and forth to relief the tension in his throbbing cock against your wet cunt.
he lets out a quiet moan titling his head back against the bed frame before spilling his load inside his boxers.
leaking out of boxers with the huge load he just spilt. his cum spilling out and dripping down onto your thigh as he rolls his hips a few time to empty his balls out completely.
he pants and smirks at you and looks down at his mess from his boxers and on your thigh moving his index finger to swipe up his fresh cum and hold it to your lips jolting his head you obediently open your mouth as his shoves his finger in your mouth allowing you to suck the excess cum off his finger.
letting out a groan as he feels your mouth suction around his finger and lick every last bit of his cum.
he pulls his finger out of your mouth a string of saliva pulling away from your mouth.
“damn. you really got me looking pathetic. just cumming from anything you do.”
not him, not the boy who blushes when you flirt too hard, who fumbles with his glasses and looks away when you wear anything tight. you always thought he’d be shy in bed—quiet, maybe, the kind to bite down on a groan and keep his eyes shut tight.
but the second your hips roll down on him—bare, slow, deliberate—clark gasps.
and then moans.
long and low, like it’s been punched out of him. like the sound was clawing its way up the whole time and just needed a reason to come out. his hands shoot to your waist and grip, hard. but it’s his voice that makes you stop.
“oh, gosh—” he chokes, jaw going slack.
you blink down at him, stunned, because he doesn’t stop.
every rock of your hips earns you something different. a groan that borders on a whimper. a gravel-deep grunt as his head tips back against the pillow. panting gasps that get louder, messier, when you clench around him on purpose just to hear them.
and you realize, breath hitching—
he’s so fucking loud.
and you love it.
“clark,” you breathe, leaning forward, kissing him just under the ear. “you always this vocal, or is it just me?”
he moans—high, broken, desperate—and grabs your hips again like he’s trying to slow you down but can’t. “just you,” he gasps. “just you, baby, i swear—”
you grin, dragging your fingers down his chest as you ride him harder.
he apologizes profusely because he knows he’s big.
he knows he has to gradually work you up but when he’s fucking you, it never truly prepares you for his size. even after the nth time, the stretch never seizes to amaze you.
his heavy hips unable to mask the weight behind them everytime he thrusts, watching your beautiful, precious face contort in pleasure. the groans that escape him let you know that he’s falling apart. it’s music to your ears while the sound of skin on skin and sticky wet slick is music to his. his warm calloused palm kneading your breasts before moving to your hips, right as he works himself in deeper.
tip kissing your cervix tastefully slow and deep til you felt him in your throat. he’s girthy and incredibly soft spoken, the killer combination that would make you let him do anything he wanted. he’s thanking you for letting him have you like this. panting in true effort while he murmurs profanities about how tight you feel.
the peak hits just as hard, crashing over both of you til you’re clamping down on him. enough for him to sputter in contentment and lose all semblance of himself.
punctuating his grinds with whimpers of your name while he paints you deep and white like it’s your wedding. so much that it leaks around him. his eyes wet with need and desire as he desperately pants, lifting his head to stare at where you connected, watching it gush down your thighs. you think he’s done, you’re bloated with him now but he’s still pulsing, veins throbbing as they continue to rub against your walls.
finally he stills, dropping his head in the crook of your neck, whispering thank you while he sniffles.
was he crying?
you don’t get to rationalize it because he’s apologizing all over again when he resumes rolling his hips into yours, swallowing your cries of overstimulation. pushing down on your lower stomach while he sticks his tongue down your throat and sloppily laps at your lips, leaving your skin wet. his fingers growing more confident by pulling you back into him while he works you. pulling out just to gather everything leaking and rut back into you again.
“gotta keep you full, hah, please? swear it’s the last one.”
absolutely fucking depraved. greedily sopping up your pussy without a care in the world.
you'd just come back from work. hadn't even showered yet. hadn't shaved down there in a hot minute, but as soon as he got a good look at your bent over form, plush lips outlined in those tiny panties, he was salivating. on you in seconds. pushing your hips down on the bed as his hands shook with excitement, wrenching the flimsy fabric off your cunt.
nothing could stave off his pure arousal. not the smell of the day's work on you, not the bush you were sporting. in fact, you suspected from the prominent bulge in his pants which he was currently rutting against the mattress, this turned him on.
"you're disgusting", you say in amusement as he noisily laps up at your dripping folds, nosing at your clit. you can feel the vibrations of his laughter hit your pussy walls as he murmurs, "only for you, baby."
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Sheltered farmboy Clark hates doggy with a passion. He thinks it’s degrading to women, and he hates it because he can’t see your pretty face. He wants to see your hazy eyes after a good fuck, wants to kiss you when he cums.
But you beg and plead and even cry. He trusted you for everything else, why not this?! You even give him the silent treatment for exactly 18 minutes. That’s enough to break him.
So Clark bends you over on your bed, apologizing profusely. His mama would smack him over the head for treating his girl like this. But he can’t deny how good you look, ass perked up in the air. You wiggle impatiently too.
Clark can see everything as he nudges your lips apart with the tip, how it glistens with each pass. He can watch as he slowly presses in, your puffy pussy struggling to take every thick inch. Your cute hole back there winks back at him too.
Clark settles his hands on your waist, slowly pushing into you. You gasp at the feeling; he’s so thick and long, and this position has him in your lungs. But when you nod weakly and tell him to move, all that blurs along with your vision.
It’s perfect, the angle hitting the right spots just enough to have you keening. You push back against his every thrust, your pussy soaking everything. There’s soft little plaps as his balls smack against your clit, and each one has your breath catching. Clark shifts his angle, just to get a better seat on his knees.
“Right there!” You cry out in a strangled whimper. You can feel his tip pressing on a new spot, right against the back. You go boneless and collapse face first. “There, Clarkie!”
Your desperate whimper has Clark whimpering too,. You can feel his hands tight on your waist, bringing you back. Clark’s staring at that little frothy ring around the base of his cock, and something snaps. He goes harder, knocking each whimper out of you with a groan of his own. Clark’s hand drifts to your clit, rubbing soft circles and sending you flying into your orgasm. Usually this is when Clark would stop .
But Clark’s too entranced with how your pussy nearly refuses to let go as he pulls back. He’ll even brush a thumb over your spread folds, and come at the sight of your pussy fluttering.
Later, when you’re spent with his seed dripping outof you, Clark will fuss over you. He’ll apologize for going too hard and too long.
“Next time, pull my hair,” You mumble .
Clark turns bright red at that, and protests amidst gasps and sputters. But the twitch of his cock against his thigh means you’ll get your way once again.
— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
