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⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 「 ✦ Tags ✦ 」 : Piercings mentioned, lots of story, 18+, smut, penetration, cowboy, long, established relationship, focus on boobies, fem reader, it's a little silly. Hope you enjoy :)

「 ✦ Word Count ✦ 」 : ~5k (pretty long)

「 ✦ Synopsis ✦ 」 : Boothill is obsessed with your tits. Even more so when you get your nipples pierced. 「 ✦ Author's Note✦ 」 : My style of writing's pretty silly in this one. I usually post more serious stuff, but if this does well, then I'll keep writing like this. ⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆ MINORS DNI (AGAIN)⋆｡‧˚ʚ🍓ɞ˚‧｡⋆

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Your cowboy boyfriend was just oh-so obsessed with your tits. How could he not be? Those mounds of flesh resting so beautifully atop your chest captivated him every time he looked at you. Clothed or unclothed, Boothill would find a way to "cop a feel". 

However, sometimes a "feel" wasn’t enough for him. He needed your heavenly tits in his mouth. And this wouldn’t be a problem if you hadn’t just gotten your nipples pierced... But it was...

...

Because you had just gotten your nipples pierced. 

Less than a day after you got them pierced, he'd ask, “How much longer y’said they needed?”

And feeling guilty, you'd respond with a soft-spoken, “Few months…”

“A FEW MONTHS!?” He’d exclaim, completely flabbergasted despite your warning before the piercing appointment, “Mother fudgin- FEW MONTHS!?”

“Uh, yeah, a few months, yeah. Maybe even longer...”

Definitely longer. But for his sake, you'll keep it at a 'few months.'

You turned away from him as you said that, the guilt slowly leaving your system and being replaced with mild amusement. “How long did it take for your piercings to heal?”

“‘Round a month. Not a few months,” He elongates the s at the end of months, really trying to drive his point home. 

You wave him off. You knew he’d be upset, but surely he could last a few months without sucking on your buds. It’s not like you were telling him he couldn’t be handsy. Just no tongue!

Even so, the hands weren’t enough for him. And as the days flew by for you-- for him, he counted the seconds, minutes, and hours. 

…It was torture.

Sexy time wasn’t the same for him. The two of you would settle into your lavish hotel sheets, butt-booty naked and ready for action.

His cold, metal hands would cup your pliant breasts, fingers gliding gently atop your freshly pierced nipples, eliciting goosebumps to pepper your skin. Then, the intrusive thoughts would take over…

“What are you doing?” You’d ask with your hand gently pushing against his cheek to hold him off. 

With his mouth half open and his face lowered, your ranger boyfriend would pull back with an annoyed suck of his teeth, “Nothin’...”

“Uh-huh.”

When week two came, he’d come home every day looking half-dead. His Galaxy Ranger tasks and little run-ins with Argenti would only be able to distract him for so long. 

“Hang in there~,” You’d tease, and he’d wave you off in an attempt to restrain himself from saying something nasty.

Week 3 was… surprisingly calm? Not once did he even glance at your chest. Although it was slightly concerning, you brushed it aside and figured he was doing some sort of dissociation activity. That was until week three merged into week four and became a month. And once again, sexy time had been initiated. Only this time, Boothill was as chipper as a varmint findin’ his prey.

…

Ew, his weird cowboy slang is rubbing off on you. 

“Why’re you so damn happy?” You’d ask as he towered over your naked body. 

“‘Cause,” He replied, his hands drifting to your hips, “It’s been a month.”

He bent down to place gentle yet hurried kisses against your cheek, his arms moving from your hips to cage you between the sheets and his torso.

With soft giggles, you smiled, your hands snaking their way under his long hair and hooking around his neck, “Mmhm. Halfway there.”

“What.”

“What?”

“Halfway? Half. Way?”

You open your mouth to say something but are abruptly cut off by him, “It’s been too fudgin’ long! What do you mean I’m halfway there!?”

It should really be longer, but you restrain yourself from making his unwarranted punishment even longer.

Ignoring his anger, you roll your eyes and ask, “Is that why you were so chipper this past week?”

“Well whaddya think!?”

“Uh-huh. How long do you think it’s been?”

“A darn month!”

“Mmhm. And remember when I told you it would take a few months? Month-s, sss?” This time, it’s you who’s emphasizing the s at the end of months. 

“Oh…”

Somehow, he managed to gaslight himself into thinking it would take one month instead of two. Even after making such a big fuss about it initially. 

Safe to say sexy time was a little lackluster that night. 

After that day, the grieving only got worse for him. 

Shock, denial, anger, bargaining (it was never an option for him), acceptance, you name it. 

However, the 7th week merging into the 8th was his magnum opus. The two of you had moved into yet another hotel, and that night, your boyfriend was counting the seconds to midnight. He didn’t need to literally wait exactly two months, but the past few weeks got to him, and you figured it was funny seeing him struggle this way. 

“I’m gonna take a shower, my love~,” you’d hum to him oh-so-sweetly in your towel as the clock came closer to midnight. 

“It can’t wait till after?” He asked, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, trapping you in it. 

“After what?”

“Oh don’t do this.”

“Do what?” You giggled, your fingers gripping the door handle. 

“Don’t toy with me, woman. You know I’ve been waitin’ for this day.”

“Mmhm,” You hum again, beginning to close the door on him, “We’ll do it after, don’t be such a baby.”

Just as you’re about to close the door, Boothill’s silver hand stops it from closing. 

With a toothy smile, he pushes the door back open, backing you up against the toilet, “Nah. I’ve waited too fudgin’ long for this. Your shower can wait.” 

You let out a laugh, he can’t possibly be serious... can he?

Your amusement turns to shock as he abruptly lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder, your towel slipping off your body. 

“H-Hey!” You exclaim, hitting your fists against his metallic back. 

“You’re jus’ gonna get dirty again anyway. I’m doin’ you a favor!”

By the time he finishes his sentence, he’s already by the bed and throwing you onto the cushiony, white sheets. 

“Come on, seriously!” You yell out to him, a warm blush permeating your cheeks, “I’ll take two showers then. It really doesn’t-”

Before you can finish, your cowboy boyfriend throws his cowboy hat onto your head, temporarily blocking your vision. 

“Quiet, you,” he hisses out, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him with little regard for you.

He tosses your legs over his shoulders and leans into you, adjusting the hat on your head. 

You want to be mad at him, but with your noses nearly touching, you can’t be. He’s just too darn handsome up close. Well, too darn handsome in general.

“You ready, sweet stuff?” He asks, the corners of his lips pulling up into a cocky smile. 

“You can’t be serious,” You smirk at him, tipping back the hat.

“Darn straight I can.”

With that, your ranger boyfriend presses his lips against yours, his cold hands instantaneously latching onto your warm breasts. You let out a weak moan into his mouth as he kneads your breasts, and he takes the opportunity to slip his pierced tongue between your lips.

The feeling of the cool metal inside your mouth makes you shiver. You should be used to it by now. But it always catches you off guard.

Soon after he’s gotten his fill of your lips, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you. 

“Y’ready, baby?” He asks, licking his lips as he gives a gentle squeeze to your breasts.

“Pfft, you’re acting like we’ve never done this before,” you smile, “yes, I’m ready.”

“I’m not talkin’ ta you,” He hisses out, “I’m talkin’a them.” 

With that, your boyfriend gives your breasts a hearty squeeze. You roll your eyes, trying to bite back the smile stretching onto your lips. 

Although his prize was right in front of him, quite literally in his hands, your boyfriend’s eyes drifted up to meet yours. Almost as if to ask if he were really able to indulge in the thing he’s been waiting so long to get. 

“Well…” you begin, the blush in your cheeks returning, “...what are you waiting for?”

He lets out a soft chuckle, his head darting down to take one of your pierced nipples between his lips. 

And oh. My. Aeons. He’s finally made it. 

You feel his smile widen against your skin, his warm, wet, tongue coating your nipples in a thin coat of his saliva. You let out a meek whimper, running your hands through his long, black and white hair. 

His piercing clinks against yours, causing goosebumps to erupt across your skin. 

“B-Been waiting for this for a while now, huh?” You stutter out to him, the warmth in your cheeks spreading to the tips of your ears. Despite your boyfriend and you having done this many times, you’re still just as sensitive as the first time.

He responds out with a low groan, his mouth still latched to your tit while his eyes met yours.

“Mmhm,” he moans in a trance-like state. 

His tongue circles your nipples so deliciously. Even though he’s certainly doing this for his benefit more than yours, you’re not complaining. If it feels good, it feels good. And boy does it feel great.

His eyes trail back down to the two beauties beneath him, and he soon unlatches from your tit with a wet pop. 

“Two months. Two long months I’ve waited,” He grins, his eyes looking back into yours. 

His thumbs once again graze along your hardened, wet nipples, making you shudder. 

“You’re such a tease,” you huff out, “...and a baby.”

“And all yours,” he retaliates, his sharp teeth showing through his cocky smile. 

And soon enough, he’s back at it. Only this time he-

“Ow!”

You let out a flustered yelp, your body jolting forward. 

With your brows furrowed, you huff out, “Don’t bite them so hard.”

“Sorry sweet thing, can’t help myself.”

It wouldn’t be a problem if his teeth weren’t so abnormally sharp. But they are. And it is a problem. Still, the slight masochist within you doesn’t necessarily hate it…

“And look,” he continues, one of his hands trailing down past your stomach and between your legs, “she certainly doesn’t hate it.”

Of course he calls you out on that…

With that, Boothill’s metal fingers push against your folds and glide up and down them, your sticky fluids coating them with a cloudy slick.

“Tease…” you mumble again, your hips bucking into his hand in response to his teasing. 

Boothill continues to suck and bite on your breasts, eventually marking you with a few hickies. However, a few quickly become a lot, and a lot become too many.

“You’re gonna leave ‘em sore!” You whine out, trying to push his head away from your chest. 

With bite marks and deep red bruising, your boyfriend has the audacity to respond, “You’ll be fine. Nothin’ I haven’t done before.”

His fingers continue to toy with your folds, making you involuntarily twitch as he pokes against you.

“B-Boothill…” You moan out, using his hat as a way to cover your eyes. 

“Mm?”

“Quit teasin’ me… seriously.”

He can’t help but emit a hearty laugh, pulling himself away from you and giving you a break from the deep stretch he had put you in. 

“Yeah, I’ll stop teasin’ you alright.”

He tilts back the hat on your head, directing your vision towards your lower half where his hands are. And as quickly as he tilted back the hat, he plunged his cold fingers deep into your warm, velvety depths. You let out a sharp moan, surely loud enough to wake whatever temporary neighbors you have on either side of you. 

“So sensitive,” He smirks, pushing his fingers up against your favorite spot. 

Your cowboy boyfriend continues to wiggle his fingers inside you, scissoring you open. Your body writhes underneath him, your back arching and your hands coming off his head to reach to the sheets above you. 

You let out louder and louder moans, repeatedly sputtering out his name between lewd noises and pants. 

As your body squirms, your tits jiggle. And while Boothill keeps one hand pleasuring your lower side, he uses his other to squeeze down harder on your wet, bruised breasts. 

“It hurts!!” You yelp out, your drenched cunt clenching around his fingers. 

The pain isn’t new, but the piercings make it different. And it's a difference you’re not used to. 

“First time in a long time you’re yellin’ it out like it’s a bad thing,” He mutters, “Sorry ‘bout that, sweetness.”

He takes his hand off your breast, leaning in to kiss your lips while his hand makes its way to your arms above you. In no time, he has them pinned there. 

As he pulls back from the kiss, you notice a mischievous smile plastered on his face, “But it’s your punishment for makin’ me wait so fudgin’ long.”

The fingers enwrapped in your cushy cunt somehow manage to reach deeper, wiggling up and down inside you before quickly pulling out of you. 

Even if they’re only his fingers, those metallic digits are so thick you can’t help but feel empty once they’ve left you. 

He then reels back his hand, wiggling his fingers with a soft mechanical whir before swiftly giving a harsh slap to your tits. 

For someone who treasures your boobs so much, he sure is rough with them. Or rather, he’s greedy with how much he could get away with?

Regardless, his harsh treatment of your pierced tits causes you to yelp out in pain, your back arching beneath him. 

“Boothill!!” You cry out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

He lets out an unabashed laugh, cupping a tit in his hand. He gives it a gentle squeeze, and despite how gentle it is, your body still winces. 

“Too sensitive?” He hums, his piercing (literally) eyes staring directly into yours. It feels like he’s testing you, but he’s not. He’s just an ass.

Just to spite him, you refuse to answer. Instead, you opt to look off to the side, the hat falling conveniently over your eyes. 

“Oh? Got nothin’ t’say?”

He lets go of your breast, the hand pinning yours tightening its grip. 

Theres a few, short seconds of silence, followed by shuffling, before you feel a hot slap against your puffy pussy. 

“A-ah!!” Your hips buck up involuntarily and you try to wiggle free from his grasp, but he’s more metal than flesh. It's nearly impossible to match or even overpower his strength. No, not near impossible, simply impossible.

“Boothill!!!” You scream out his name, half whining.

“Darn. Y’must want those neighbors of ours to really know my name,” he chuckles out. 

Licking his lips, he watches as your pussy spasms around nothing. 

“N-no!” You retaliate, kicking your feet against his hips, “I want you to stop being an ass!!”

“An ass?” He asks, condescendingly, “You made me wait how long t’get a taste of my girls?”

“Aeons, it wasn’t like I was askin’ you to die for me!”

“Well, it was pretty darn close to it!”

He takes his hat back from you, adjusting it atop his lush head of hair. 

“How exactly am I bein’ such an ass anyway? What? Am I hittin’ you like you don’t like it?”

Without anything to shield your face, you’re forced to look away from him, your face becoming visibly hotter. 

“C’mon,” He coos, “‘fess up. How am I bein’ an ass?”

He squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and the rest of his fingers, forcing you to look at him. You’d say he’s trying to be genuine, but with the tightness of his grip and the tone of his voice, you know he’s just trying to get under your skin. 

“You’re taking so long to fuck me,” You mutter out, your words slightly muffled with your cheeks being squeezed together, “I’m all bruised up already, s-so stop teasing me...”

You try once more to struggle free beneath him, but it’s useless. The smile on his lips only stretches wider. 

“From wantin’ to stall with two showers to beggin’ me t’fuck ya. I have the cutest fudgin’ girlfriend in the whole cosmos. Say that again, baby?”

You groan, sucking your teeth and quickly looking back at him with an angry expression.

“Boothill…” You groan again.

“Please?”

…

How could you say no to that face?

With a flustered expression, you sigh out, “P-Please. Please fuck me, Boothill…”

“Alright, alright,” (she an angel, like a food cake. Got a halo and I’m lookin’ like a double take, stream with me, i can be your E BOY we can mine diamonds ayy i know i’m a bad boy!) he chuckles, letting go of your now red wrists in order to take off his pants, “Anything for my one an’ only.”

He slowly pulls off his thick belt. Teasingly slow. 

You swallow in anticipation, carefully watching his skillful hands undo each buckle and loop. Once he removes his belt, he tosses it onto the floor beneath him. He then steadily unzips his fly, dropping his pants down to reveal his hefty, metallic cock. You’re astonished at yourself for being able to take such a thing every time you lay your eyes on it. 

Stuck in a trance, you zone out until you feel his cold, silver cock press against your sopping pussy. 

You snap back to where you currently are with a shudder, your cheeks hot and your mouth slightly agape to yell at him. But before you can, “I know, I’m bein’ careful.”

He beats you to it. 

He presses his thumb against your clit, running tight circles against it as he slides his dick up and down your entrance. 

You hear soft mechanical clicks before a pleasant warmth emits from his dick. You let out a sigh, trying to bite back the smile on your lips. His cock produces a thick, lubricant-like fluid, to mix with your juices.

“Y’ready?” His eyes dart up to yours, flashing you a toothy smile. 

“M-mmhm.”

He looks back down at your entrance and slowly but surely begins to make his way inside you while continuing the circles on your clit. 

You gasp, your breath hitching with each inch that enters you. 

“B-Boothill… Mmn…”

You quickly bring your hands up to your mouth in an attempt to conceal your moans, the tears that were pricking at your eyes earlier welling up again. 

“Hey. Don’t hide your moans from me. It’s nothing I ain’t.. Nn… n-nothin’ I ain’t heard a million times before…” 

Being inside you felt just as good for you as it did for him. So how could he possibly restrain himself from moaning?

You shake your head, keeping your hands tightly attached to your mouth. It’s only when you two are connected to the base of his cock that he decides he’s had enough and forcefully removes your hands from your mouth with both of his hands. 

“Hh… hah… Darn, you’re pretty,” he sighs out, a soft rose color dusting his cheeks as he wiggles his hips in an attempt to get deeper inside you. 

He keeps your hands pinned on either side of your head, bending down to kiss your cheek before moving down to your poor breasts and placing gentle kisses across them. 

You let out hushed whimpers, every movement he does makes your eyes twitch and your fingers and toes curl. 

He pulls back, releasing some of the pressure on your wrists as he does. Then, without warning, he slams his robotic length deep inside you. You inhale sharply before letting out a lewd, loud yelp.

Aeons, you feel bad for your neighbors. 

“Boothill~!!” You cry.

Your legs kick up, weakly wrapping around his waist with his first thrust. Of course, after taking a long look at your lewd expression, his eyes wander down to your cushy, pierced breasts and he pulls back his hips to slam back into you, all to watch the way your breasts bounce and jiggle beneath him. 

“S-Sweet Lan…” He huffs out, “Y’just so good to me…”

He continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming harder and faster as your moans become louder and more shameless.  He doesn’t give a damn about who hears either of you, as long as they know you’re his. 

As the knot begins to build within you, the hold on your wrists becomes tighter. A mix of pain and pleasure swirling within you. 

“M-Mm.. G-Gonna.. c-cum…” you moan out, your heartbeat thumping harder against your ribs. 

“Y-Yeah? Pretty little thing gonna.. mng..hh… c-cum on this?”

You quickly nod your head, your moans becoming whinier and louder as his tip repeatedly kisses your cervix. 

You clench around him, your back arching as you come undone on his slick length with a long whimper. 

“That’s it baby,” he huffs out, his voice wavering, “S-So good…”

As you pulsate around your boyfriend, he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the grip on your wrists becoming unbearably tight before he lets go of them to sink his metal fingers (doom) into your hips. Needing to hold onto something, you return the gesture by hooking your arms tightly around his neck and hair, keeping him close to you. 

“S-Soo fudgin’ good…” he moans out against you, his dick twitching and hips sputtering against you to release a thick white load of artificial semen deep inside your walls. 

After you ride your orgasm out with one another, the two of you sit, stuck in position for a few moments, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. Once Boothill’s completely relaxed, he lets the weight of his metal body sink into you, causing you to yelp out in pain. Not only is he heavy, but your breasts are still sore!!

He lets out a breathless laugh, apologizing before pushing himself up off of you. 

“S-So…” You huff out, “Was the wait worth it?”

“Pfft, y’say that like we’re done,” He huffs, lifting you up while still connected.

With your legs shaking, there’s not much room for resistance. 

Your boyfriend sits on the edge of the bed, where you once were, before leaning back against the sheets and looking up at you. 

He takes off his hat, placing it on top of your head as you sit atop him. 

Your hands glide over the x scarred into his metal abdomen, your eyes meet his. 

“Y-You can’t be serious…” You laugh out, legs still jelly from, quite literally, less than a few seconds ago.

“Dead serious, sweetheart.”

With that, he moves his arms up behind his head, thrusting his hips up into you. You’re too weak to even sit on him properly, tumbling forward with a whine at his first thrust. 

Your ranger boyfriend laughs, adjusting his hat on you before you sit back up straight. 

“C’mon cowgirl. Y’made me wait this long to let me taste these beauties. Like I said, this’s punishment,” His eyes wander down to your chest after mentioning your breasts. 

“You’re the ranger! N-Not me!” You huff out. 

“Yeah? Well, today the roles up’n switched.

“Besides,” he continues, “bein’ a ranger don’t mean you get t’escape punishment.”

“Babe, you’re a wanted criminal…”

“Yeah?”

“You run away from the IPC all the time…”

“Uhuh…”

“You always escape punishment!!”

“...”

He looks away from you, sucking on his teeth before thrusting up into you again. And once again, you tumble forward, your legs shaking and your voice wavering.

“T-This is cheating. You’re a cheater,” you hiss. 

“Yeah, yeah, get to it.”

Letting out a soft groan, you press your hands against his cold stomach to give yourself enough strength to lift your body. 

You can only whimper and shake as you lift yourself and sink back down painfully slow on his cock.

It takes you a few bounces, but eventually, you begin picking up speed and regaining strength in your legs to keep going.

“That’s it,” he puffs out, his hands moving from behind his head to cup your bouncing tits, “K-Keep goin’ sweetness…”

Hearing him sigh so blissfully beneath you gives you a power surge that instantaneously rushes to your head, “M-Mmhm…”

Though a power surge it may be, it is a very small one. You give no indication aside from your lustful gaze and slight smirk. Yet, of course, your boyfriend’s too infatuated with your breasts to notice. His fingers flick and pinch your pierced, bitten buds, causing your rhythmic bounces to occasionally jitter and slow down. 

“J-Jus’ can’t get enough, c-can you?” You moan out, biting down on your bottom lip in an attempt to hold back your lewd noises. 

“N-Nah, can’t.” 

He gives your nipples a harder squeeze, forcing you to a full stop on his length.

“Am I distractin’ you?” He teases, meeting your eyes.

You want to speak up to him, but…

Well, no. You do speak up to him. If you’re gonna be on top of him, you may as well have control.

“Yeah… you are,” You say, your hands shaking, “This cowgirl wants you to… um… Keep your hands to yourself…”

You place your hands on top of his metal ones, bringing both down to his sides. 

“Oh?” He smiles, his eyes narrowing, “Alright Miss Cowgirl, I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

You nod, your hands gliding up his torso, past his chest, and finally resting at his shoulders, “Darn tootin’...” You smile, and he lets out a laugh in response. 

You continue to bounce on his cock, a little shocked that your demands went over so smoothly. That is until-

“H-Hh..A-ah!!” You whine, your legs shaking. 

“What? I thought you’d need some help,” He teases, thrusting into you once again. 

You suck your teeth, pressing your hands harder into his shoulders in an attempt to hold him down, “You’re so…”

He thrusts into you before you’re able to finish your thought, and you fall forward into him. 

“You’re cute, baby,” He smiles, his hands finding their way onto your ass to knead it, “Lemme help ya.”

“But I thought you-”

“Can’t help myself.”

His fingers dig into your plump ass, spreading your cheeks apart before planting a harsh slap onto one of them. You arch your back in response, yelping out and sitting up straight. 

“I-I get if you wanna bruise up my boobs, fine, but what did my ass do?”

“Nothin’,” he chuckles, “Jus’ wanted ta do that.”

You sigh leaning forward back into him.

“Well,” you begin, “H-Help me out then…”

Oh and that’s all he needed to hear. Within seconds he was thrusting up into you like nothing. You’re sure your neighbors were so joyous to find out there was a part two to your debauchery. 

You moaned into his metal neck, soon pressing your nose and lips on his cheek to place hot kisses against his skin. 

You’d mutter his name over and over again so deliciously right next to his ear. It was driving him crazy. Your sweet moans were all the motivation he needed to keep fucking up into you. 

His cum seeped out of your sopping hole with each thrust, dripping onto the sheets beneath the two of you. But this was something to worry about afterward…

“Oohh Boothill~,” you’d sigh so sweetly against him, and the plapping noise of wet skin against his silver thighs would become louder and lewder as you’d coo. The sharp slaps of his cold metal against your skin would give you just the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. This was sure to leave your ass with hot, red marks after…

As you came close to your climax for a second time, you’d begin to bite his cheek, unable to think of another way to restrain the sweet noises slipping through your lips and tongue. And you knew Boothill absolutely adored when you’d mark him where everyone would see. 

“S-Sweetness… G-Gonna cum again…” He sighed out, his arms now wrapping snugly against your waist.

“M-Mhmm…!!” It’s the only thing you were capable of responding with. You were too fucked out to do anything other than make lewd noises or moan his name. 

You tightened around his length, your vision becoming blurry and your toes curling as the knot within you released once again. 

You had come undone on your boyfriend yet again. Your stringy juices gushing down onto his length and coating him in a thick cascade of your love. Similarly, he releases yet another thick load into you, making your eyes roll upward and your mouth hang open. 

You were breathless. 

Surely there was no way he wanted to go to a third time?

Surely…

Cuddling, the two of you once again bask in the afterglow of your climax.  You felt both numb and overly sensitive simultaneously. 

“T-Thank you…” You mumble out against his face, refusing to sit up to look at him.

Huffing and puffing, your boyfriend snickers,  hugging you tighter against him, “Why you thankin’ me for? Was it really that good?”

“W-Well, leading up to this you’ve been…”

“Shh.”

You giggle, running your hands through his multicolored hair. 

The two of you sit in silence for a moment. 

Thank the Aeons he doesn’t wanna go for a third-

“Again.”

“A-Ah!?”

Boothill lets out a cheerful chuckle, releasing some of the pressure from his hug, “‘M jus’ playin’ with ya. I know you’re all sore.”

“Yeah. Unlike you,” you huff, referring to his metal body. 

He laughs again running his hand through your hair and closing his eyes. 

“Yeah. I could go again. Unlike you.”

You let out a disappointing groan, wiggling your hips on him.

Once again, silence fills the air. 

“Need a shower…” you mumble out, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. 

“Yeah.”

“You did save me an extra shower.”

“Mhm.”

Silence…

“Need new sheets,” you continue.

“Yeah.”

“Wonder if room service is available at this time…”

“Mm-Mm.”

Silence……..

“Y’think our neighbors heard us?”

“Yeah.”

“We’re gonna get complaints…”

“Mhm.”

Silence………………

“I love you,” you mumble.

[ ༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩 Minors DNI𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻ ] [ 18+ ] [ Tags ] : kinky, bdsm (chained, blindfolded, cuffed), nsfw, 18+, worship, lore intertwined, eeeviill sunday

[ Synopsis ] : You're riddled with sin. Thankfully, the head of the Oak Family is here to help you find salvation.

Blindfolded, bare, and bound by your hands, you could no longer bear the weight of your sins. Although purehearted, you were a human. And all humans bore sin.

He knew this well. And despite his standing, he, too, was soiled with sin. So much sin that he could not bring himself to let you go. His plaything, the fledgling that he prevents from flying, is caged in an enclosure gilded in gold. 

“Speak to me,” He’d coo, his gloved fingers tracing gentle stripes against your jaw, “I have sought THEIR presence with us.”

“A-And?” You’d whisper in return, your breath hitching as his fingers outlined the collar clasped around your neck, “What do THEY want with me?”

Oh, how wrong he knew this was. Using THEIR will to preach HIS wicked desires. Even so, he could not help himself.

“Do you sincerely repent and vow to pledge yourself to THEIR will?” He hummed, his skillful fingers approaching your collarbone, daring to dip further, “Have you examined your soul and confessed all your sins? Are you willing to accept the process of atonement?”

You hurriedly nod your head, goosebumps peppering your bare skin, “Y-Yes, I’m willing… I-I’ll do anything! I want to atone…”

Truthfully, you weren’t entirely sure what you had done wrong. But he’d never do anything that wasn’t in your best interest, would he?

Peace, tranquility, paradise, these were all things that he promised to provide to you, and eventually the rest of Penacony. You wanted to-- you had to be a part of his utopia, no matter the cost. 

“Very well.”

As he spoke, his fingers retracted from your skin, leaving you cold.

“Then show your dedication to me, and you shall be reinstated among THEIR future.”

You nod your head again, the goosebumps spreading further across your chest, and in turn, hardening your nipples. 

The sound of shuffling is followed by the familiar noise of chains. You feel your collar tighten, the chain attached to it pulling upward to force you on the tips of your toes. 

“Under the light of the Harmony,” he begins, carefully taking off his gloves, “all wickedness is revealed.”

You swallow, breathing becoming heavier as your calves cramp to hold yourself up. 

“I implore THEM to shed THEIR light, and I’ll perform on THEIR behalf…”

Lightheadedness overtakes you with every word he speaks. Even blindfolded, you feel your eyelids feel heavy as a sensation of repose takes hold of you.

“You’ll have until I say to release yourself, and submit yourself to THEIR will… Prove yourself by telling me-- telling THEM, what you feel.”

With those words, you feel his controlled hands delicately encase your breasts with a soothing warmth. His fingers shaping and molding your pliant mounds to his satisfaction. 

“M-Mister Sunday…” You whine, “W-What if I don’t say anything? Will the Harmony reject me? Will Ena, too, reject me?”

You feel his movements pause momentarily. Though your concern consumes you, Sunday couldn’t care less about your worries. The way you so innocently speak his name gives him all the entitlement in the universe. 

“My dear, THEY would not reject you, less you lied.” With the emphasis on THEY, you swallow. One of Sunday’s hands drifts to your face with a tight hold on your jaw. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks with a strength that urges a whine from you.

“And if you were to lie, I would be alerted by THEM, mind you.”

You nod in agreement, now having an explanation to the f☐g in ☐☐ur m☐nd. 

“Another thing,” He continues, his digits digging deeper into your skin, “Mind the way you speak of THEM. Manners are important, hm?”

You nod your head once more, your toes becoming sore, “Sorry, Mister Sunday,” you mumble. 

Every mention of his name brings him closer to his breaking point. Still, he continues to hold strong. With the loosening of his grip, Sunday accepts your apology with a kiss. Despite the harsh indents in your cheeks, his lips feel gentle and forgiving. 

“You’re forgiven,” He whispers, his fluttering wings tickling your shoulders. 

He returns his hand to your chest, thumbs grazing your nipples to warrant their perkiness. You shudder in response, your body submitting to him almost instantly. 

You feel the wetness between your legs grow as he continues to toy with your body. Though it’s embarrassing to admit, the f☐☐ in yo☐r mi☐d compels you to speak, “I-I need more…”

“Oh?”

“Please, t-this isn’t enough…”

Your begging pleases him more than you'll ever know. He leans forward, planting a tender kiss between your breasts. His wings flutter as he does so, eliciting another goose-bump-riddled shudder from you.

“What more is it that you need, my dear?” He questions, continuing to work his fingers into your breasts. 

The longer you take to answer him, the heavier the newfound pounding in your head grows. It pains you to be so honest with him, but if it’s for this growing headache to cease, and for THEM to accept you, you’ll answer him truthfully. 

“Y-Your fingers…” You swallow, “D-Down… there…”

“Down where?” He questions, a hidden, sinister smile stretching at the corners of his lips, “Elaborate.”

“Mister Sunday, please-”

You feel your breath hitch as the collar around your throat tightens. You rested your feet only for a moment, forgetting the purpose of the chain that had lifted you. 

“Please, do be careful,” He mumbles, “It’d be a shame for my favorite little pl☐☐th☐☐g to hurt herself.”

You’re not entirely sure what he said, the f☐☐ in your bra☐n is too strong to comprehend it. But to be crowned his favorite anything is an honor you won’t be taking for granted. 

A weak smile stretches onto your lips as you thank him. But you don’t forget about his demand from earlier. 

“I-I… I need your fingers on my p-pussy…”

You’re beyond embarrassed, but even so, Sunday doesn’t shame you. In fact, he rewards you for your honesty by listening to your request, all with that smile plastered on his lips. 

“Of course,” He hums, one hand slipping past your ribs and navel to graze against your slick entrance. 

He gives your breast a firm squeeze as his middle finger prods at your slit, compelling you to buck your hips. Your calves are incredibly sore, but you want to stay strong for THEM-- for him.

“Your body’s so honest…” He mutters, his index joining his middle finger as he continues to collect your slick on his digits, “You enjoy such a ritual? You enjoy submitting to THEM?”

You open your mouth to speak, your cheeks becoming hot as you rethink your answer. It’s not THEM that you enjoy submitting to…

“I-It’s not…” You pause, gathering your thoughts. Your honesty’s cascading so effortlessly from your lips, “It’s you… I like it when you touch me…”

“...Is that so?”

You nod your head, your fingers flexing behind you as your legs wobble, “Y-Yes… S-Sometimes, I find myself looking for things to repent for in order for you to…” You trail off, swallowing hard. The more you speak, the more aware you become of your surroundings. 

Due to your lack of vision; his rhythmic breathing, the slick sounds of your moistened folds, and the ☐og i☐ yo☐r br☐☐n consume you. Every touch forces your body to break out in goosebumps. You’re so painfully sensitive, hot, and honest. So, incredibly honest, it hurts. 

“Come to, my y/n,” He coos, giving your boob another tight squeeze, “I need you here. Finish your sentence. Tell THEM.”

You feel your tongue numb as you speak, and you can’t help but slur your words, “T-To touch me… I-I find myself looking for things to repent for so I can feel your hands on me, M-Mister Sunday…”

As soon as you finish your sentence, you feel his fingers brazenly push into you. Your legs wobble, and it takes everything in your power to straighten your posture and stay on the tips of your toes. 

“Is that so…” He mumbles again, this time with a lack of regard for your feelings.

You hurriedly nod in response, as if lingering for even a moment will disturb your repenting ritual.

"Yes... F-For you, Mister Sunday, I-I even go so far as to--"

Interrupting you, he catches your whimpers with a kiss. 

With his lips pressed so tenderly against yours, you can’t help but lean forward into him. The collar around your neck tightens as you do so.

You're choking. It hurts. But you don’t care.

You need him.

You’re addicted to his touch. 

Once he pulls away, your whimpering resumes, and it’s intensified with the thrusting of his fingers. Despite the lack of thickness, they’re long, and they press right into the spongy little spot that makes your legs shake. 

“S-Sunday…” You whine, your cuffed hands shaking behind you, “F-Feels so good… please don’t stop…”

To you, he's on the highest pedestal imaginable. There's no world in which he'd even dare to stoop to your level. But in reality, he’s filthier than you. He finds his own pleasure in hearing your pleads, the tightness in his pants growing evermore with every whine. 

“Why would I?” He questions, the grasp on your breast growing painfully tight, “THEY enjoy your honesty. THEY revel in such a thing.”

You wince at the harsh hold on your chest, it’s sure to leave a bruise, "D-Do THEY?"

No response.

The pace in his fingers quicken, the slick noises emanating from your pussy bringing a swirling sense of shame in your stomach. Surely, you aren’t this filthy…

“O-Oh... M-Mmn..! S-Sunday, P-Please-”

You’re so close. You grind your hips down into his fingers, the collar choking you as your legs shake out of exhaustion. Even so, your chase for pleasure consumes you, and you ignore the tightening feeling on your throat to continue seeking after your high. 

“Please what?” He asks.

“I-I need to cum- P-Please, let me…!”

With a soft chuckle, he bends forward to place a kiss onto your forehead. 

“If THEY allow it….”

Your breathing grows heavier in an attempt to combat the suffocating tightness around your throat, yet you still decide to chase this pl☐☐su☐e. 

“M-Mister Sunday…” You whine out, tears wetting the cloth blinding you, “P-Please…”

You find yourself growing weak, your body giving in to the f☐g. You can’t comprehend anything else, only the ☐☐g cl☐uding y☐u☐ br☐☐n. You need this. You need him. 

He laughs again, letting go of your breast to instead hold onto your jaw. With a tug, he forces you back onto the tips of your toes.

“If my pla☐th☐ng wants it…”

You nod your head, mimicking him without full understanding of what it is you’re mimicking, “Y-Your pl☐☐yhin☐ w-wants it…”

Aeons, you’re perfect. You’re perfect, and you’re all his. He wastes no time to kiss you once more, and you return the kiss with all the desperation pent up inside of you. 

You feel his warm, wet tongue prod at your bottom lip, and in response your mouth falls open to allow him entrance. 

You need to release, but it’s hard to beg when your words are silenced by his tongue. Thankfully, however, he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting between the two of you before he speaks:

“Cum for me.”

With little hesitation, you feel the butterflies in your stomach swirl and bubble up before dispersing into a cascade of slick down his fingers. Whimpering and babbling ‘thank yous’, your knees buckle at your own release, and the grip he holds on your jaw tightens in an attempt to hold you steady. 

Annoyedly, he sucks his teeth.

“What a mess.”

“S-Sorry…” You whine, your calves cramping, “M-Mister S☐nd☐☐…”

Though you say his name, the spelling seems to slip your mind.

He doesn’t respond to the plea of his name, instead deciding to bask in the sight of you. He drinks in everything from your desperation to your contentment, admiring the sweat and slick glistening down your naked body. 

“Su☐☐ay…”

Another mention of HIS name seems to get HIM to respond to you.

“Ah?”

“My feet hurt… A-And I’m tired… May I please be released…”

Admittedly, he doesn’t want to let you go. He wants to stay here, basking in your presence forevermore. But the guilt would eat at him. You were too precious.

“...Yes…” He finally gives in, releasing his hold on your face to lower the chain holding you. 

Once the tightness on your neck loosens and the cooling sensation of the chains extends down to your lower back, you fall to your knees with a shaky sigh, hands still bound behind you. 

“Thank you…” you sigh, “Thank you, thank you…”

He didn’t want to let you down, but the sight of you on your knees beneath him is more rewarding than the initial scenery he was so desperately clinging onto. The strain in his pants becomes so painfully stiff as you speak, “D-Do THEY accept me, now? I-I did everything you asked of me…”

What should he say? 

Using THEIR power is sinful enough, but to postpone your atonement for HIS enjoyment?

You feel his warmth as he bends down to you, his hand grabbing a fistful of your hair to direct your attention to him.

“...You mentioned you seek atonement to warrant my touch…”

Your lips quiver as HE speaks. You nod your head, mouth hung slightly agape as you try to stutter out an explanation. 

In response, he shushes you, his soiled fingers pressing against your lips. He doesn’t need to speak in order for you to get his hint, your mouth falls farther open as you take his middle and index into your mouth to clean him. 

“THEY have yet to accept you, however…”

You find yourself chasing his fingers as he tries to pull away, your lips frantically closing around his knuckles with a whine. You taste so delicious. No longer is it the ☐og ☐☐ yo☐☐ ☐☐ad. It’s pure desperation for HIM. 

Despite your silent plea, HE pulls HIS fingers away, leaving your mouth feeling empty. 

“You haven’t submitted to me.”

“Ah..?"

“Not fully, anyhow.”

“Then, w-what more must I do, Su☐☐a☐…?”

HIS hold on your hair loosens before slipping away altogether. Having been relying on HIM to hold you, you feel yourself sink onto the floor fully.

“For starters,” HE begins, rising above you, “Mind your manners. Honorifics are important, hm?”

“H-Huh?” It takes you a moment to comprehend HIS words, but once you do...

“A-Ah, I’m sorry, M-Mister S☐nd☐☐…”

・❥・MINORS DNI ・❥・ ・❥・Tags ・❥・ : smut, oneshot, little plot, penetration, mention of blood, messy, top sanji, first time (virgin sanji, but not a super big deal), french mentioned (trigger warning), a little humorous (tried to make it not super serious) Even so, I hope you enjoy it :)

・❥・Synopsis ・❥・: Late night snack turns into a late night "session"... You get the gist.

The creaking of the wooden dining room table was loud, but thankfully not loud enough to wake anyone. After all, the Sunny was a large, masterfully crafted ship. Even if you yelled, your voice wouldn’t travel far enough to wake the rest of the, ironically enough, restless pirates. Well, perhaps that’s giving Franky too much credit. If you spoke loudly, it wouldn’t be enough to wake anyone… maybe.

Sanji's slim fingers hold tight against the pliant flesh of your thighs, carefully making sure to occasionally ease up on his grip despite his rampant pace. His eyes aren’t glued to your face, instead, they’re focused on the mess beneath him. His throbbing length glides in and out of you, disappearing between your folds before reappearing, glazed in a viscous coat of white. 

He bites harder onto his bottom lip, his cheeks dusted in a veil of pink, and his curly eyebrow furrowed. 

You’ve never seen him this focused on something so seemingly trivial. You don’t tease him for it; it’s his first time, after all.

You hear him sniffle, followed by a droplet of crimson landing on your thigh. 

“Y-You’re still.. M-mm.. bleeding…?” Your voice wavers between a laugh and a moan. You reach your shaky hand up to his face, cautiously cupping his cheek in your palm as your thumb swipes the blood from his nose. The blood on his mustache, although drying, is still a little wet.

A slight smile tugs at the corners of his lips, “S-Sorry, mon cher… It’s.. I-It’s just-” 

For a moment, his eyes drift up to yours. And it’s within that moment that you watch as 20 different emotions battle for dominance. Assuming there’s no victor, as all of them are equally victorious, his eyes widen, and more blood pools out from his nose, cascading down his lips and chin and dripping onto your legs. 

You let out a chuckle, your free hand reaches out to his shoulder to pull yourself towards him.

“Don’t… be s-sorry..” You sigh into his ear, both your hands snaking around his neck, “I like how… H-How honest your body is…”

Initially, you wanted to "throw him a bone". But “throwing him a bone” turned into… well, this. 

It started as just you going to get a late-night snack. You ran into him smoking on the way to the kitchen and decided to stick around. He ended up cooking you something because, of course, he did, and, well… Maybe it’s because of the lack of the chaos the others bring, or because it felt so intimate-- just you and him in the kitchen, or because you were sleep-deprived, but… 

Anyway, if your sighs of bliss are enough to go by, you don’t regret it.

You feel Sanji’s pace quicken after your comment, and he groans out shakily.

“Y-Y/N…” He moans, his hands dragging up your thighs, underneath your shirt, up your sides, and eventually settling on your breasts. He’s getting bolder. 

Everything about this is like heaven to him. The way your velvety walls grip him so snugly, the way your warm breasts rest against his palms, the soft whimpers you let slip from your lips, the involuntary twitches your body does as you give into him. Never could he have imagined doing something more perfect than this. 

His fingers gently flick and squeeze against your hardened nipples. His pace is still sloppy and desperate, but his touch is so delicate, treating you as if he were handling pottery. It must be from all his cooking experience.

You feel your walls spasm around him, you’re getting closer. Again. 

The butterflies in your stomach hastily flutter their wings, making goosebumps erupt across your skin. 

“G-Gonna cum…” He groans, his voice lower, huskier than usual, “L-Let me-”

You can’t hold back any longer. You bite your bottom lip, a loud whimper escaping you as your grip against the blonde tightens. Your body shakes, your legs instinctively cage around him, and the whimpering turns into loud whines, a mix of his name and curses soon mesh into an incoherent, babbling mess. 

“Y/N.. s-shit…” 

Releasing your breasts, his hands hurriedly drift onto your waist to hold you in place. 

“Mon amour.. P-please, you n-need to let go,” He chuckles out. 

He tries to pry you off him, but your arms and legs hug him tighter into you as you tremble. You shake your head, moaning into his shoulder as you try to calm down from your orgasm. 

“Y-You can.. D-do it.. Inside… this t-time…” You mumble against him. 

He’s been respectful enough to pull out with each orgasm, but you decide that if the two of you have come this far, then…

You hear him cough, his hands quickly unlatching from you to hold his nose. He's bleeding again. 

“D-Don’t say such things,” He clears his throat, trying to keep his composure. Actually, you’re surprised he’s been so tame throughout this whole thing…

The two of you remain in silence momentarily. Despite his stillness, his length desperately throbs for release within you. You know he’s at his limit. 

“Would you really like me to, princess?” He asks, clearing his throat again. 

You finally pull away from him, your eyes teary from your orgasm. You nod.

It’s at this point that the entire bottom half of his face is coated in crimson. How is he not dead yet? 

He sighs out, the blush in his cheeks deepening in color as he picks up his pace once more. 

“I-If you say so…” He groans out weakly, trying to avoid eye contact.

Being overstimulated, you can’t help but tremble and whine each time his bulbous tip kisses against your cervix. 

Though that doesn't discourage him, if anything, it gives him more motivation to fuck into you-- his pistoning, rhythmic thrusts soon slowing into an irregular, stuttering rut before hot spurts of cum coat your plush, velvety walls an opaque white.

Your chef slouches, burying his face against the crook of your neck as he, too, convulses from his orgasm. His voice is surprisingly pretty when he cums.

The two of you remain connected as he rides out the last waves of his high, and once he's done, he pulls away to look down at the pretty mess before him.

There's an awkward air of silence between the two of you as you struggle to catch your breaths, but eventually you break it with a meek observation.

"...I never got to thank you for the food..." You mumble, biting the inside of your cheek as you avoid his gaze.

"You already did, mon cher."

You can't help but laugh at the response, and in turn, he quickly avoids your gaze to avoid embarrassment-- a small smile stretching out onto his lips as he wipes his bloodied nose with the back of his hand.

"Did I?" You tease.

"Y-Yeah."

"W-Well, you did pretty good for your first time," You tease further, your eyes trailing down to meet the tufts of blonde on his pelvis below you.

"Did I?" He responds just as cheekily as you.

Once again, you let out a giggle.

There's another air of silence between the two of you. Although this time, it's not as awkward. And this time, he's the one to break it.

"Thank you for letting me serve you."

So, y'know, Lycaon's not exactly human. If you're into that, heyy you're eating well tonight. If not, I'll make it up to you. Hope you enjoy. . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ MINORS DNI . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ Tags: Anthro, knotting, little plot, vaginal, 18+, smut Summary: Though your guardians hired a bodyguard, his duties often end up extending overtime.

The master of Victoria Housekeeping wanted nothing more than to keep their precious daughter safe. And, of course, with a surplus of wealth came the best bodyguards money could buy. Little did they know their daughter would take a particular interest in one very capable bodyguard-- Von Lycaon. 

Never would your guardians have known that keeping you safe included keeping you "company" during lonely nights. Which, of course, entailed...

“L-Lycaon…” you’d whine, sprawled out on your sheets with his cold, wet nose pressed snugly against your clit.

“T-The others… w-we can’t… this is wrong…”

With a soft growl, your bodyguard dismisses your concerns with a long stripe against your entrance, your essence smearing across his tongue. 

"Has that stopped you before?"

You shudder in response, sighing out a shaky whine. Your hand reaches for his head, encouraging his licks by ruffling his fur. Your morals conflict with your actions, but you can’t help but give in; he just feels so good. 

The closer you get to your release, the tighter your legs cage around his head, his soft tufts of fur tickling your skin and coercing a smile from you. Though he attends to your every need, bodyguard duties or otherwise, tonight’s the first night when he stops right before your sweet release. 

“Lycaon…” you huff. You're throbbing with anticipation.

“Apologies,” he murmurs, prying your thighs off him with his large paws, “But I’ve become impatient, master.”

Your brows furrow at the nickname, “S-Since they’re not here… you can call me by my name.”

“Would that make you happy?”

You nod in response, cheeks flushed with red. 

His paws curl around your legs once he gets up to position himself at the end of your bed, and with one swift motion, he drags you towards where he stands. 

His naked figure is one you always find yourself marveling at. It’s no surprise he’s toned with all the combat he finds himself in, but the tufts of white fur peaking through his humanoid figure accentuates his body to another level. 

You watch as his member throbs before you, the moonlight peaking through your window illuminating his snow-like mane. He’s painted oh-so beautifully. And he’s all yours. 

Keeping one hand held around your thigh, Lycaon uses his other to direct his length to your core. And, with gentle rubs, he coats himself in your slick. 

“Lycaon… please, I need to cum… d-don’t tease me,” you beg, legs shaking with anticipation.

“But of course, my dear.”

He presses the tip of himself against your entrance, and with one slow and steady push, he drives himself past his knot and bottoms out inside you. 

You moan out his name, your voice wavering as you emphasize the last few vowels. He hushes you in response, his thumb caressing the skin of your plush thighs, “Yes, yes…”

He stills himself as you adjust to his size, though you feel his patience growing thinner as your walls flutter around his length. Instinctually, his hips buck into you, making your back arch. His length fits within you perfectly.

“Y/N…”

Though his tone indicates a warning, it's laced with need.

With a soft groan, you nod. You're perfect. It's the answer he was looking for-- a silent response to use your body till he's content.

It’s then that he finally lets himself free, his hips crashing against yours with reckless abandon. With each muted plap of skin against fur, his movement becomes more rampant, more wild, more desperate.

Your fingers fold into the blankets below you, bare chest rising and falling in sync with his movements. You’re so dizzy, so lightheaded, so close to cumming.

It's when his padded thumb presses heavy, tight circles against your clit, that you find yourself spilling overboard.

Your pussy gushes around his length, your juices dampening the tufts of fur surrounding the base of his cock. Loud whines escape you as your body becomes overtaken with convulsions and an overwhelming sense of pleasure. You don’t care if you’re loud, you don’t care if the other bodyguards in Victoria Housekeeping hear you, you’re too focused on how wonderful he makes you feel. 

It’s now, with your cushy, sopping, walls spasming around his length that he picks up the pace, reminding you of just how powerless you are beneath him despite your status. 

“Y/N…” He whines. 

His hand unlatches from your thigh, and he leans into you, using his forearms to hold himself steady on the mattress while simultaneously caging you underneath him. His cold, wet snout nudges against your cheek, and it’s here that his heavy breaths become more prevalent than ever. Soft whines and groans escape him, a noise only audible from this distance. 

“If I may…”

He doesn’t need to finish his sentence for you to understand his request. You hook your arms over his neck, trapping him just as he did with you. The fur protruding from his collar sticks to you as you nod your head. You’re becoming overstimulated with the way his tip bullies up into your favorite little spongy spot, and it’s not long before you’re close to coming again.

“M-Mhmm! Y-You may…” You squeak out, squeezing your eyes shut. 

You didn’t think he'd become any more intense, but his hips move at an unforgiving pace, every thrust resulting in a whine or huff from you. 

It doesn’t take long before he’s rutting into you, shaky and inconsistently. Soon enough, you feel strings of hot white spurt inside you. His fur puffs up, and the knot within you swells, preventing his seed from leaking. You belong to him.

His pants are unsteady, meanwhile, you’re trembling, and it takes the two of you a few quiet moments to catch your breath. It’s during the aftermath of your afterglow that your guilt from before finally catches up with you. 

“Y-You think the others heard?” You ask in a whisper. 

He pries away from your grasp, tired, red eyes gazing into yours, “N-No. The manor’s too grand for them to have heard you.”

Even in moments like these, he’s been able to keep a rational mind. Or, well, you know, semi-rational. Certainly wasn't when he filled you...

“Are you gonna sleep with me tonight?” 

“I shouldn’t, Y/N, it’ll draw too much suspicion…” 

You can’t help but display your disappointment on your face with furrowed brows and a scrunched nose. As much as he wants to, he knows it’d be too risky. 

“Please,” he continues, a placing a tender kiss upon your cheek, “Don’t be upse-”

“No!” You interject, “Safety first, happiness second. And I feel safe enough already, so please…”

He really shouldn’t be doing this… You really shouldn’t be doing this…

With a soft sigh, Lycaon makes himself comfortable beside you, still connected by knot. 

Hi guys. First smut uploaded. It's Toji, so hope you enjoy. --MINORS DNI-- Tags: smut, anal, vaginal, doggy, teasing, not noncon but he "forgets" lube (oops), established relationship, other things...

Your boyfriend’s an ass man, through and through. He’d slap your ass when doing menial tasks, slap it when you’d walk past, he’d even grab a handful of it in public-- really shameless guy. So when the day came and you mustered up enough courage to finally let him try anal, he was over the moon. Though you were really rethinking your decision after you found out that he had--

“No lube!? What are you? Crazy!?” You yell, towel wrapped snugly around your chest, your skin still moist with warm water droplets trickling down your shoulders. 

“Oh yeah, slipped my mind,” He'd chuckle, the scar on his lips stretching alongside his smile. 

He's a sick man. Truly, truly sick man. 

You sized him up as he sat on your shared bed, comfortably shifting in his boxers without a care in the world. Would that even feel good for him? No! It doesn’t matter. Fuck what would feel good for him, what about you!?

You suck your teeth, facing your back towards him. “Y’know, on second thought, maybe we’ll postpone it a little longer…”

You hear your bed creak, followed by a soft grunt and sucking of teeth. 

“Y/N, don’t do this. You know I’m just messin’ with you,” He coos, garnering your attention back to him. 

You watch as your boyfriend bends down to access the drawer to your nightstand, and among the cigarettes, condoms, and many other things, a bottle of lube sits. 

You sigh, your body becoming hot as you avoid his gaze.

“Fine…”

With a soft chuckle, he spreads his legs and pats his thigh to coo you over, “Come'ere.”

You obey, following his command with little hesitation. Once you approach him, his hands immediately make their way to the small of your back before curving down over your butt. 

“You gonna take off this towel?”

“If you ask nicely,” You respond, your hands resting on his shoulders. 

He furrows his brows, sucking his teeth before caving in to your request.

“Come on, pretty. Please?”

With a breathy laugh, you unwrap the towel from your chest, and within a matter of seconds, it's slipped down past your waist, pooling onto the floor beneath you. Your hands, once again, settle on his shoulders, your fingers rubbing circles against his skin.

He takes a few moments to admire your body before acting on impulse and pulling you into his lap. His hands massage the moistened, plaint flesh of your ass, and he wastes no time pressing kisses against your collarbone. 

You hug your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his jet black hair as you would with a stuffed animal. He smells so good... It’s so sweet and floral and… well- it smells just like your conditioner… The very same conditioner you told him to stop using because he’d waste it all. 

The grip you hold on his head loosens, and you look down at him with furrowed brows. In turn, he gazes at you through his long, black, lashes, a cocky grin plastered on his face as he continues to mold and spread your ass with heavy hands. 

“Toji, I told you to stop using my conditioner.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t act dumb,” You hiss in response. 

“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Uh-Huh.”

You feel him buck his hips up into you while he holds your ass down against his lap. Feeling the girth through his boxers makes you shiver. Knowing what he has planned, it feels like your first time again, and the butterflies in your stomach enhance that feeling. 

He continues to roll his hips into you, his growing erection throbbing once you begin to mirror his movements with gentle rocks of your hips. The thin fabric of his boxers does nothing to mask his print, and it does even less when stained with your slick. 

You feel two of his fingers hook underneath your ass and prod at your entrance, your juices gathering on his fingers as you continue to rut onto him. Your breathing quickens once you feel him executing the next part of his plan, thick fingers spreading your essence against your back hole. 

“C-Come on,” You whine, slowing down your movements, “You’re so impatient.”

“Mm-mm, just wanna get you ready. Keep movin’, pretty.”

With his palm, he hits your ass, your skin rippling like waves underneath his hand. You want to be bratty, but you’re at the mercy of temptation, and therefore, bound to its prize. 

As you continue to roll onto him, he prods and teases your back entrance, fingers daring to dip inside each time you glide back into his hand. It’s in one instance that both his fingers press into you, resulting in a strained whine emitting from your throat. Your movement stops, your ass clenching around the tips of his fingers at the foreign sensation. 

“T-Toji, seriously, y-you need lube…”

Your boyfriend shushes you, pressing tender kisses against your chest as he does so. He pulls you into him as he falls back into the mattress, his free hand squeezing your cheek to spread you apart further. 

“You’re worryin’ too much. Relax, alright? I’ll take care of ya. Won’t hurt a bit.”

Even if he’s lying, the soft cadence of his voice tricks you into believing him. It’s so gentle, so soothing-- a calming lull that pulls you into a world of delusions. 

You nod your head, lips quivering as his fingers continue to push into you. You don’t have enough strength to hold yourself above him, so you collapse into his muscular chest, whimpering a mix of pain and pleasure into the crook of his neck. He manages to push the first joint of his fingers into you. It’s a burning pain, slightly soothed by your essence coating him. 

“You’re doin’ well,” He smirks, finally unlatching the hand holding your butt to pet the back of your head, “See? You took two fingers, ain’t that somethin’?”

You shake your head in response, feeling yourself clench around nothing. It hurts, but all the same, it feels so good. 

“Barely…” You murmur in response, the apples of your cheeks burning, “I can’t take a lot… s-so…”

“So?”

You trail off, trembling as the remainder of his fingers pull out of you. 

“Don’t worry about it, doll, I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable.”

“Promise?”

“Yeah, promise.”

He’s your boyfriend, sure, but he's also a liar. And he's too good a liar. 

The hand on your head trails down your back, slithering underneath you to nudge you up while his other hand pulls his boxers down past his length, and underneath his balls. His length springs up, slapping against your belly once free. You can’t help but wince at the sensation. 

“Mmhm…” You bite your bottom lip as he positions you over his cock. It’s sticky, a mix of you and his pre, leaving a veil of glaze over the shaft. 

He hooks his hands underneath your thighs to get a better hold on you, positioning your entrance over the tip of his dick. 

With an easy push, he slides you onto his length, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips as you wiggle yourself down his shaft. 

“Sit up,” He commands, letting go of your thighs to admire your waist with his hands. Of course, you listen, sitting upright on his length, allowing him to fully bottom out inside you. Your walls clench around him, and you exhale shakily. He fits oh-so snugly inside of you. 

“S'Like you were made for me,” He chuckles, his shaft throbbing within the warm, velvety caverns of your walls. 

Toji leans forward, planting a tender kiss between your breasts. His hands glide up and down your sides rhythmically as he does. They’re warm and heavy, calloused and firm. 

He then leans back down into the mattress, fingers dipping securely into your waist, “Get to it.”

“Toji…” You whine, brows furrowing in annoyance, “You’re so lazy.”

“Me? Lazy?” He questions with a slight head tilt, a knowing smile stretching onto his scarred lips. “Nah. Just love it when you ride me. It’s cute.”

“Uh-huh.”

His hips buck into you, skin crashing against yours with a soft plap.

“Get to it.”

You huff, placing your hands onto his chest for support before you lift yourself up and drop yourself back onto your boyfriend’s length. You start slow, soft pants and moans escaping you. But even as you begin to pick up the pace, it’s not fast enough. Not for him anyway. With each guiding hand movement, you feel the urgency in his grip grow.

“I-If you’re so impatient,” You whine, your voice strained, “Then y-you do it…”

“Yeah? This your excuse to get me to do all the work?” He grunts. You know he’s only teasing you; his true desire is to hear you beg for him. 

And as spoiled as he is, you spoil him even more, nodding at his question and giving in to his desires. 

“Mmh… p-please, Toji.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… fuck me.”

There it is. That look. That cocky little expression that lets you know he got exactly what he wanted out of you. 

His hands smooth down over your ass, fingers hooking underneath your butt before his palm slides with them. His feet plant themselves on your fluffy blankets, knees pointing upward. And without a moment to rest, his hips piston up into you. Thrust after thrust, his relentless pace doesn’t slow; it turns your brain to mush. 

With little energy to keep holding yourself, you once again collapse into his chest, giving him leeway to fuck your sopping cunt deeper, harder, faster. 

You sing his name with a melodic tune, cries of pleasure laced with the pain of how he’s unabashedly using you. It’s almost drowned by the drenched noises gushing from your pussy, and the loud plaps of skin against skin. Though he’s not very vocal, his soft grunts tell you that he’s enjoying this. And oh is he enjoying this. 

It doesn’t take long for you to feel your release building up inside of you, the pot in your stomach filling-- ready to bubble and tip over at any moment. 

“P-Please d-don’t.. ssstop…” You moan into the crook of his neck, hands gripping the sheets underneath him. 

“M-mmhm… Don’t worry…” He groans out in response, his thick fingers gripping the plump flesh of your ass, “Pretty girl, d-doin’ so good…”

You nod against him, your cunt fluttering around his length as the knot in your core reaches its peak before bursting and tipping over. Your body spasms against him, walls tightening before gushing rings of white down his shaft. 

As your whines turn to cries, your eyes gloss over, and you sniffle and bite your lip in an attempt to hush yourself. 

“F-Fuck, you’re cute,” He chuckles, hips still rutting into you to help you ride out the last waves of your orgasm. 

Your trembling turns into twitching as the afterglow of your orgasm settles in, soon stopping altogether. Both of you take a moment to catch your breaths, chests rising and falling in sync.

“Y-You didn’t cum…” You finally say, softly. You look up at him, tired eyes gazing into his. You can’t help but reach your hand out, your gentle touch smoothing over the scar on his lips. 

“And you need t'shave,” You mumble, the stubble above his lip prickling the tips of your fingers. 

“Yeah. Yeah,” He laughs, giving you the same response for both comments. 

“I’ll do it later,” He huffs, sitting up while keeping you snug on his lap. 

“Mm, shaving, or?”

He shakes his head, “Both. You ain’t sittin’ here thinkin’ I forgot, did you?”

Your cheeks flush, and you bury your head into his neck to avoid his gaze, “You can just cum twice, y’know…” You mumble against his skin, voice muffled. 

Your boyfriend laughs in response, his fingers weaving into your hair to ease you away from him, “Yeah, could. But that’s tiring. Would rather commit to comin’ in your ass.”

Taking his hint, you pull away, looking directly into his eyes. 

“God, you’re vile.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you chuckle, “You’re super gross.”

“Aww, don’t say that, doll. You’ll hurt my feelings.” 

He smiles, planting a kiss against your cheek, his hand still entangled in your hair. 

“Now c’mon. Get up and turn that pretty ass around for me.”

“Be nice,” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“Please.”

You giggle, leaning back into him to kiss him once more. His hand untangles from your hair, and he gives your butt a gentle squeeze as you lift yourself off of him. 

You involuntarily moan as you unlatch from the tip, his dick springing against his stomach once you do. 

Your legs shake as you stand naked before him, ready to collapse back onto the bed at any moment. But you hold strong, getting on your mattress on all fours to ready yourself for him. It’s humiliating, but the embarrassment gives you a slight rush that makes you lightheaded. 

You hear him shuffle behind you before his length slides up and down your sensitive pussy, gathering more of you onto him. 

“Y-You got the lube, right?” You stutter, body twitching every time his head bumps against your swollen clit. 

“Huh? Oh, yeah.”

Liar.

“Toji, I-I didn’t hear the drawer…”

“Pretty girl goin’ deaf huh?”

“Toji…”

You feel the tip of his cock slide past your back entrance, and it makes you shudder. You once again clench over nothing in anticipation. 

“Relax. I told you I’d make ya comfortable.”

“You promised me.”

“Sorry, promised, ya.”

You groan in annoyance, sliding the upper half of your body further down the bed. You bury your head into your arms, closing your eyes and deciding to trust him, just like you’ve always done.

Once again, you feel his cock slide past your virgin entrance, and it makes you jolt. You’re so nervous you’re trembling, but your boyfriend rubs his thumb over your ass in an attempt to comfort you. 

“You ready?”

“D-Don’t warn me, you’ll make me anxious.”

You hear him snicker behind you. You can tell he isn’t taking you seriously…

“If I didn’t warn ya, you’d get mad at me for it.”

“Mm…”

You ignore him, opting to snuggle your face deeper into the fort you’ve made with your arms. 

Your breath hitches, and it’s then that you feel the tip of his girthy length press against your backside. 

“Toji…” You mewl, becoming stiff in preparation for the foreign feeling. 

“Mmhm…”

As you suck in his tip, your breath hitches, and you feel yourself choke out a sob. 

“Shh, it’s okay,” He purrs, his heavy hands sliding up from your ass to your waist, “You already took the best part.” As weird as the feeling is, you feel your pussy continue to beg for attention, clenching and squeezing. 

He waits for you to become adjusted to him before he pushes further into you, all the while talking you through it. 

“Just like that, doll. God, you’re tight, so good. All for me, too, huh?”

You nod your head, whining and sobbing through it. And before you know it, he’s bottomed out inside you. God, it’s weird. It hurts, it stretches you, but it also feels so damn good. 

“T-Toji…” You sniffle, finally becoming accustomed to him being there. 

“Mm?”

“F-Feel’s good…” You mutter weakly, looking back at him. 

“Yeah?”

You nod, wiggling your hips against him once you hide yourself in your arm cave again. 

“Yeah…”

“Good.”

Taking your positive words as an opportunity to start moving, he does exactly that. He pulls himself partially out before slamming oh-so-deep into you. Even with that half-assed thrust, you cry, your heart racing as he does it again. And again, and again… 

Each thrust warrants a moan louder than the last, and at some point he has to lean forward to push your head further into your arms to muffle you. 

“Y-Y’gonna wake up the n-neighbors…” He groans, muscular chest pressing against your sweaty back. 

You knew he was close already, but to feel him release inside you-- long, thick ropes of cum painting your insides, it’s a shock. His hips stutter, and his groans become soft whines as you milk out the remainder of his seed into your ass. 

“S-Shit Y/N,” he laughs, becoming semi-flaccid once he's ridden out his orgasm.

Your brain’s melted. You feel so hot, so dizzy-- all you can do is mumble out incoherent babble in response. 

“Mmhm, hear you, babe.”

While one hand remains on your waist, the other snakes back down to your butt, around your thigh, and settles on your clit. It’s slick with the essence that’s been dripping throughout. 

“You weren’t lyin’,” He teases, rubbing long, loose circles around your bud, “Feels good, huh?”

You quickly nod your head, eyes welling with tears from the intensity of the pleasure. 

Despite the babbling and begging, you manage to whine out one thing. 

“Wanna c-cum, p-please Toji…” You feel so warm, so euphoric, and you need more of it. You don’t care if you’re being greedy, just one more time. One more is all you need. 

“I hear ya,” He chuckles. The circles he’s rubbing into you become tighter, faster. In no time, he picks up where he left off, indulging in his desires once again. 

With each thrust, you feel his member become harder, throbbing with the need to release again. The mix of your juices and his cum make it effortless for him to slide in and out of you. God it feels so fucking good, so good you can’t help but fuck back into him-- hips wiggling and bouncing with reckless abandon. 

You didn’t expect it to feel this good. You thought he’d lie to you. But as he, once again, talks you through it; low, soft and reassuring, you remember that despite the fact he’s a dick-- oh man, is he a dick, he’s with you. And you’re his. All his. 

The two of you release around the same time, hot ropes of white filling you once more as you gush around nothing, your slick dripping down and pooling onto the sheets below you. 

“Y/N, y’did so good…” He huffs, leaning forward to press sloppy kisses against your back. 

“M-Mmh…”

You aren’t able to create coherent thoughts, let alone coherent sentences. To this, he laughs, sitting up to pull out of you. And it’s then, when he’s pulled out of you, that you finally collapse onto the sheets.

He snuggles up behind you, embracing you into his torso as your chest rises and falls. The two of you lay in silence. Sweaty, gross, all of it. But it doesn’t matter, you’re more relaxed than you’ve ever been right now. Another shower can wait. 

“Love you…” You murmur, your fingers trailing against the muscular arms that cage you against your boyfriend. 

He doesn’t respond, and so you repeat it again, louder, “I love you.”

…Still no response. 

You gently tap his arm, mumbling out his name in annoyance. Though, instead of hearing a, “You too,” you hear a soft snore. It’s not uncommon for this to happen, but you thought he’d have more to say.