Dumb but accepting

He's thorough with his choices of meat that he picks for his dishes. He's serious about his craft, and that includes being serious about who he picks to put in his dishes. Typically, he likes to pick customers that he deems are very rude. You know the ones. The guy who likes to insist on complaining to the waitress about every small, minute detail of his order. The lady who just swears up and down that she needs to speak to the manager.

The annoying foodie who watched way too many seasons of Chef's Table and swears that they're so advanced just because they bought a Pacojet.

Or his least favorite kinds of customers. The assholes who thought that it was a good idea to be dicks to waitresses because they thought they were bad off for tips.

The way that Grant sees it. He's doing a huge favor to the world by ridding it of these vermin. No one would miss any of these people. He sees their sacrifice (or murder, but who's counting semantics, anyway) as the ultimate good that you could be doing for their fellow man. Plus, they should be honored.

They're being made into a delicious dish that brings joy and fulfillment to his guests. What could be better than that?

The first time that Grant Reilly sees you stepping into his restaurant, he can't help but wonder how you'd taste. He wonders how your organs would pair with a nice red bottle of Château Margaux from the 20s. He's not blind by any means, so he's very aware of your beauty and your gorgeous body. He lets his eyes trail down your thick thighs and his mouth water as he imagines your leg roasted.

Most of all, his mind goes to other places. He's always been gifted at smelling things that other people can't. Which is how he smells your menstrual blood from his position at the door. He wonders how your pussy would taste after he supplies you with the richest and sweetest foods over the course of the weekend. Even more, how rich would the blood from your cunt taste as the thick, gelly-like blood clots slide from you during your period? He practically salivates at the thought of the squishy substance crunching through his teeth.

"Do you know who that is?" Taylor whispers harshly to him.

"No, should I?" He asks.

"That's Yn Yln. She's a famous influencer on TikTok and Instagram. Seriously, Grant, the girl's got like 10 million followers on both platforms. She's known for her vlog and food reviews."

Huh, so you were one of those pretty girls who held a camera to your face, letting the world see every detail of your life? Through the glass, Grant watches you as you smile at Kelly, one of their waitresses. It's clear that Kelly recognizes you, and she's trying her best not to fangirl over you. You're polite when asking her questions about the menu and ordering your food.

Grant is the one to prepare your food. It just so happens that you order the kidney pie with red and yellow beets. He searches through the fridge for the best cut of kidney. He finds the one labelled 07/31/26. Ah yes, he remembers this one vividly. Some tech-bro named Kyle, who insisted that he could buy Grant's entire restaurant after Grant refused to serve him a dish that was out of season. Well, Kyle would pair quite nicely with the dish. Thank you, Kyle.

When Kelly brings the dish out to you, Grant spots you taking pictures of the food before setting the camera up to take a video of you trying the dish. He watches you gently slice at the dish and slide the fork between your perfectly glossed lips.

Your eyes close in ecstasy as you chew on the dish.

"This is amazing," You said to the camera before jumping into describing the details.

"Chef Reilly made it himself for you," Kelly comments.

"Could you thank him for me?" You ask, smiling at the girl.

"Of course!"

Kelly rushes back to the kitchen with a bright smile on her face. Grant tries to appear indifferent as she approaches him. "Chef Reilly, she loves the dish, and she wants me to thank you for it."

Good girl. You were proving to be grateful already.

Throughout the course of the night, you and your group order more food, which you try for your followers. At some point, you put your phone away to enjoy the full experience of the dinner and setting. Grant watches you the entire night under the guise of ensuring that you are having a good experience. Truthfully, he's developing more and more of an obsession with you.

However, the familiar itch of irritation starts to claw at Grant once he notices one of your friends being rude and dismissive to his staff. He looks to you to see what you'll do to handle this. He hopes for your sake that you handle it promptly. Because it'd be very rude if you didn't. Grant can think of plenty of dishes that he could use your body in, but he hopes that you won't disappoint him.

He spots you leaning over to the girl, your pretty face pinched in frustration as it's clear that you're telling her off discreetly. The girl huffs in anger before pushing her chair back to exit the restaurant. You roll your eyes, and Grant catches you apologizing.

Good girl.

He figures that he'll kill your friend later on this week and pair her with his red Cumberland sauce. By the end of the dinner, Grant realizes that this may be the best time to introduce himself to you. He grabs your check from Kelly's hand and walks over to the table.

"Good evening. I trust that you all enjoyed your meal tonight. I'm Grant Reilly, owner of North & Vine," He said, but he only kept his eyes on you.

Your eyes light up. "Chef Reilly, hi! It's really nice to meet you. The food was amazing. I've actually never tasted anything like it before."

"Good, I'm glad that you found everything satisfactory. I wanted to invite you to tour the kitchen, and I've prepared a special dessert for you," Grant said.

"Oh, you didn't have to go through all of that trouble for me," You said.

"S'no problem at all, sweetheart. It's an honor to have you dining with us tonight."

After paying for your meal, you leave a generous tip for Kelly and the other staff members. You bid your friends farewell before following Grant back into the kitchen. He introduces you to the other staff before showing you all of the parts of the kitchen. Most of the staff leaves after cleaning, which leaves you and Grant alone in the restaurant. He ushers you over to one of the tables, which holds the dessert that he prepared for you.

"This is a black forest cake-inspired tiramisu with chocolate savoiardi, spiked cherry espresso, dark sweet cherry compote, vanilla bean mascarpone cream, and shaved dark chocolate."

Your pretty eyes widen in delight at the beautiful dish sitting in front of you. You turn to face him. "It looks like a work of art. It's so pretty."

"Yes, it is," Grant states, but his eyes are nowhere near the dessert and only on you. You catch his stare and can feel the heat blooming through your body. You'd seen pictures of the man many times, and you found him very attractive, but seeing him up close was a whole other experience.

Before you can even think of picking up the fork, Grant does it for you. He scoops each layer of the dessert onto the fork before holding the silverware to your lips.

He smirks, "I wouldn't want you to miss any of the flavors, sweetheart."

Gently, you part your lips, and Grant ushers the fork between your lips. His eyes zero in on the way that your lips close around the fork. Your eyes close again as the explosion of flavors hits your taste buds. You moan softly, and the sound hits Grant squarely in the chest.

"It's the perfect balance of sweet and bitter. The chocolate is bitter, but not overpowering. The cherries add this layer of tartness to balance out the chocolate. It's amazing, Chef Reilly."

"Grant," He corrects softly.

His eyes go to the cherry compote that stains the bottom of your lip. You're oblivious to this. Grant reaches out to run a finger across your lip and collects the red substance onto his finger along with some of your pink lip gloss. The older man keeps his eyes on you as he slides his finger between his lips, sucking the combination from his finger.

You push your thighs together.

Grant steps closer, squaring his shoulders and looking down at you. You swallow the saliva that's collected in your mouth from the dark look that the man gives you.

"You taste sweet," He announces.

You're both chest to chest. He lowers his voice, "I wonder how sweet you are in other places."

You gulp, "My period is on."

He shrugs, "Even better."

Which leads you to lying back on one of your workstations that Grant and his staff prepare food on, with the older man's silver hair peeking from between your legs. Grant slides the soaked tampon from between your legs. He holds the tampon up by the string, red liquid dripping from it into his waiting mouth. Your jaw drops as you see the man lower the stained tampon into his mouth and start to suckle all of the blood off. The sharp iron taste bursts across his tongue, and he moans in delight.

Once he's sure that he's drained all of the blood from the tampon, he slides the pale material from his lips and carelessly deposits it on the floor. His freckled hands come up to spread your thick thighs wider, where he can see the true source of his admiration.

Your weeping cunt.

Grant slides his tongue from your entrance to your sensitive clit. He wraps his bloodied lips around your pearl before starting to suckle. Your back arches from the table as you grind your pussy across his face.

"Oh my gosh, Grant," You yell, glancing down at the way that the man feasts on you. This definitely has to be grown-man behavior because none of your prior partners have ever thought of the possibility of pleasuring you this way.

The older man groans into your folds, the vibrations sending chills through your spine. He moves down to slide his tongue inside of you, swirling his tongue around your walls. His nose bumps clumsily into your clit, and you moan louder.

Grant brings his hands up to grip your thighs to pull you closer to his face–if that were even possible. He slides two fingers into your sensitive walls, scissoring the digits and hoping that more of your juices will leak into his hand. He moans loudly once one of your clots slides into his mouth.

"You taste so good, sweetheart. Cum for me. Let me taste you," Grant pants. He curls his fingers upwards, catching that spot that has you seeing stars. Simultaneously, he wraps his lips around your clit once again.

You feel like you're receiving an exorcism with the way that your soul leaves your body once your release hits. Grant licks you dutifully while watching your pleasured expression. The moans that leave your mouth are truly unladylike. It sounds like the man is murdering you inside the kitchen. Fortunately for you, he has no plans of doing that anytime soon.

Hopefully.

Grant looks up from his legs, your blood and slick staining his face and stubble. He smiles politely at you as if he wasn't just taking your soul.

"Would you wanna go on a date with me, sweetheart?"

-

Seven months later.

Grant finds out something very interesting about you.

You're big on celebrating anniversaries no matter how small. You felt that it was necessary to celebrate your seven-month anniversary, and who was he to deprive his pretty girl of being celebrated? Plus, you'd landed a seven-figure deal with a brand, so he figured that it must be a coincidence.

Which leads him to the current moment of chopping up some arrogant prick who was leaving hate comments on your videos. No one gets to be rude to his pretty girl without any consequences.

What makes the occasion even more special for Grant is that he removes the man's heart with him still alive and very much aware of what's happening to him. The man cries silent tears as Grant opens him up piece by piece.

Grant spares a bored glance at the man. "You know, Robert, if you weren't such a raging racist piece of shit, I wouldn't even be doing this, but you felt that it was necessary to leave hateful comments on my girlfriend's videos. Do you know how hard she works on those? Do you understand how she has to get the perfect angle with her back camera, and then she has to check the lights to make sure that they catch her pretty brown skin just right? Let's not forget how much time she takes to get dolled up, Robert, and you thought that you could shit all over that."

The man sluggishly tries to beg for his life, but honestly, there's no way that Grant's letting him go.

His phone rings from the table, and he answers it as he places it on speakerphone.

"Hey, pretty girl, are you excited for tonight?" He asks casually as if he isn't cutting Robert's heart out.

"I'm so excited. I can't wait to try out the dish you're making. Thank you again for doing this, baby. I love you so much."

"I love you too, honey. Now, I don't want you to worry about a single detail. The only thing you need to do is get all pretty for me tonight."

Grant continues the rest of the call in his normal voice. He removes Robert's heart and watches the light fade from the man's eyes. He places the organ on ice before wiping his hands.

He'll collect the rest of the organs from Robert later.

-

Later, as you sit at the table in all of your beauty, Grant walks from the kitchen holding both of your plates.

"My lady, tonight, we'll be having heart wellington served in a special red sauce with portobello mushrooms and carrots," Grant states, placing the plate in front of you.

"Oh, Grant, it's gorgeous, baby. Thank you!"

"Of course, sweetheart, always the best for you. Try it out."

He watches closely as you cut a piece of the dish and slide the fork into your mouth. As usual, your eyes close in ecstasy, and you moan softly at the taste. Your eyes meet his. "I swear if you keep feeding me this good, I won't be able to fit into any of my dresses."

Grant smirks. "I like you thick and healthy, baby. Don't worry your pretty head about any weight. So tell me about this new brand campaign."

You immediately smile and launch into all of the details surrounding your brand deal. Grant smiles, cuts a slice of the heart, and eats it. He takes a sip of his wine right after. He hums happily at the taste. He made an excellent choice by deciding to pair Robert with the Chardonnay.

As he gazes at you, he can only describe the love that he has for you. He displays it each time he prepares a dish for you, and you're blindly oblivious to the contents of the dish.

But who else could say that they'd shown their love language this way?

Grant Reilly had signified his love to you in the most ultimate way.

By giving you a real heart.

-

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You and your older boyfriend had talked about you meeting his team for a while, and tonight you finally got to put faces to names. John had invited them all over to his for poker night, but the cards had been long forgotten.

You're stood in the center of them all, Price at your back but not touching you just yet. The smoke from his cigar curls around your shoulders and whispers against your bare breasts. He's had you strip down to nothing, completely naked to let his team's eyes roam appreciatively. Your skin is goosebumped from the cool air and your nipples are stood on end. A small tremor in your thighs has Johnny licking his lips and Kyle lets out a low whistle.

"Pictures don't do her justice, Cap."

"Mm." John hums. "Arms down, love." He tugs your elbows to your sides so you can't cover yourself up. "There we go." His taps the underside of your breast, making it jiggle.

"Good listener." Simon remarks, accent thicker than usual.

"When she wants to be." That husky laugh makes your heart beat even faster. "Should we show em, sweetheart? Can you be good and show my lads how clever you are?"

You nod, eager to please.

"Speak up."

"Yes. Yes Sir."

"Good girl. On your knees, then."

You drop obediently and Price tugs your hair, pulling the back of your head to his thigh behind you. His boot nudges between your thighs in case you need something to rub on and he gives you a hint of friction before stilling.

"Open."

Your lips part and you stick out your tongue. If your eyes weren't trained on your master above you, you would have caught the way Simon has to adjust himself. The way Kyle's throat bobs. The way Johnny's restlessly bouncing his knee.

"Steamin' jesus." Soap breathes, unable to look away.

"You wanna have a go, John?" Price offers, stroking tenderly along your jaw.

"Yeah." He rasps, already unzipping his trousers. "Awfully kind of you, Sir. I'll go easy on ye lass. Promise." Soap says as he pulls himself free, giving his cock a few strokes. His tip was flushed and already dripping precum.

"Shouldn't make promises you can't keep, Johnny." Simon mutters, spreading out in his armchair.

Before tucking himself into the warmth of your mouth, Soap smears his glassy arousal along your cheek, missing your tongue because he's shaking in over-excitement.

"Sorry," he mumbles, adjusting and slowly feeding his length into you mouth. "Ah, the things you do to a man..."

His groan is echoed by all of them and he stalls halfway in, squeezing his base and glancing at John above your head.

"Can she take– Can I– ah, Christ." He sucks in a breath, hips rocking shallowly. "Can she take all of me?"

"S'what we've been training for. Isn't that right, darling?" Price pushes you down Johnny's entire cock until your nose is pressed into his pelvis. He holds you there, letting you adjust. Your throat flutters and your nostrils flare, preparing to give a little show.

You hollow your cheeks and John drags your head back, fucking your face on his Sergeants dick. He's the one setting the pace, watching how Soap's balls draw up each time they slap against your chin.

"Y'can cum." He encourages, stuffing your entire mouth full and holding you down to the base of his cock. You grind your cunt across his laces but it earns your nipple a firm slap. "Not you. You only cum for me."

You moan a strangled, completely incomprehensible "Yes sir" and that was enough to send Johnny over the edge. He spills down your throat and you have to work to swallow it all. It's a lot — maybe even more than John. It tastes different too, a little more musky and it makes your eyes roll back.

"See, she likes it." Price grins, pulling you roughly off of Johnny's cock. "Good lad."

"That was..." He lets out a shakey breath. "Thanks, bonnie." Soap doesn't bother to tuck himself away, his cock glimmering with your saliva where it lays against his thigh. "For the record, I'd return the favour if he'd let me."

"In your dreams, sunshine." John pets your hair, smoothing it down after he'd mussed it up. "Her cunt is all mine. Might share it with you though, Si. Just the tip, mind."

"That alright with you?" Ghost locks eyes with you, palming himself through his jeans.

You look up at John, asking silently for permission.

"Go on." Price inclines his head. "Give him an answer love, he asked you a question."

"Yes." You nod, remaining knelt at John's feet. "That's alright."

"Good pet. Up on his lap."

You scramble to obey, straddling Simon's bulge and rubbing your sopping cunt along his jeans. The friction feels incredible and you shudder, biting back a moan.

"Easy." John chides, watching a muscle in Ghosts jaw tic. He grabs you by your neck, having followed you over to stand behind you while you play. "You let him have it his way, alright?"

"Alright." You whine, watching Simon unbuckle. His cock was thinner than Johnny's but longer in length. Slowly, he thrusts his hips, dragging his full, hard length through your folds, tip to base. The head knocks your clit and you groan, arching your back. The slick sound of it is obscene.

"Enough t'get me hard again." Groans Johnny.

"Then stroke, but you've already had your go for the night." John casts a glance over his shoulder, speaking as if you were a thing to be passed around. Tonight, you supposed you were.

"Cruel to make me wait, Boss." Gaz says, his voice strained.

"Savin' the best for last, Kyle." The smirk he sends his way is diabolical. "You'll be thanking me soon enough. Doing alright love?" His attention returns to you.

You were doing just fine, enraptured by the level of focus on Simon's face. He was fucking his dick through your folds slowly and with such precision that had fresh slick gushing down your thighs.

"Y-yeah."

"Y'said the tip?" Simon moans, strained.

"Only an inch." Price says sternly, reaching around you to spread your lower lips open and scissor two fingers into your messy pussy. "You've got her wet enough. She's bloody soaked." Those same fingers settle on your tongue, holding it down and keeping your mouth open.

You hum, salivating at your own taste and squealing when Ghost pops his head into your pussy. It's an easy fit. A perfect fit even, you think as you ripple around his tip.

"Fuckin' perfect." He growls, clenching his fists on the arm rests of the leather chair.

"That's it, that's all y'get." John tells you both, starting to fuck his fingers into your mouth. It's a cruel mimicry of the motion you've been denied at your cunt. His hips knock into your own, pressing you forward and over Simon's cock. His head slips out of you and he swears, cheek twitching.

"Take it in, love. Give him a show, and don't let him out this time."

You help guide Simon's cock back inside of you and slowly circle your hips, thighs burning as you give him a lap dance of sorts. Simon tosses his head back, his length jerking just inside of your entrance. Drool is flowing down John's wrist from where his fingers still hold your jaw open, encouraging your mess with an arm coated down to his elbow with saliva. Simon hisses, barely keeping his composure.

"Don't you fuckin' dare." John growls, pulling you off of him before Ghost can finish. "You wanna cum, you can mark up her tits."

He shoves his fingers knuckle deep into your throat as if you were the one in need of punishment.

"Don't make her beg."

Simon fists his length fast and hard, aiming at your chest.

"I won't." He rasps, abdomen tightening. "I can't..." He groans, back arching when he cums all up your stomach and breasts. The pearlescent ropes gradually roll all the way down to your pussy, drooling around the outside of your swollen lips.

"Sorry love, I'll clean you up–"

"Leave her." John interrupts. "She's okay."

He hoists you to your shakey feet and finally turns you to face him. Pinching your chin between his fingers, he makes out with you, licking into your mouth and over your tongue before pulling away. It's a filthy display for his team's benefit.

"So pretty." He coos. "So brave. Who're you makin' proud of you, hm?"

"You." You gaze up at him, starry eyed.

"Yeah. That's right." He's so proud that even in a room of his men, you only have eyes for him. You only listen to him. "Y'make me so proud lovie. But Kyle's looking a bit left out, isn't he? C'mere, son."

He beckons over his favourite Sargent, who's looking painfully turned on.

"About bloody time." Gaz laughs, but it's heated.

"And your patience is gonna be rewarded." Price assures him. "Been workin' open her tight little ass with toys for a while now. She's about ready for the real thing, but I'm too big for a starter. Would you do the honours of breaking her in?"

"Fuck, captain." Gaz chokes on his spit. "Bloody hell, I'd... yeah."

"Thought you'd like that." He chuckles, rubbing your clit to keep you a dripping, buzzing mess. "Right then. Upstairs, just the three of us." He points at Johnny and Simon who's eyes are practically bugging out of their heads. "Maybe you two can watch another time."

....

John is laid back on his bed, you speared on on his cock and his hands rubbing up and down your thighs.

"Lean forward f'me dove." His fingers curl around the back of your neck and squeeze, pulling you down. Your nipples brush the hair on his chest and you gasp at the jolt of pleasure it provides. The angle of him inside you is a lot, especially after he just made you cum. Needs you relaxed. A bit more pliable.

Kyle's hand flattens along your spine, pressing you against John's hairy stomach.

"I trust him most of all my boys." John murmurs against your hair. "He'll take good care of you."

When you nod into his shoulder, he signals Gaz to line up his weeping tip with your hole.

"Work her open slow." He instructs, cool and collected. "And don't let her whining fool you, she can take it all."

You jump when the head of Kyle's cock nudges your ass, tightening reflexively.

"Ah ah. Relax." Kyle tuts, prying apart your cheeks and smoothing a thumb along your lubed cleft. "There we go. Deep breath in... and out. Deep breath for me...." He forces his way in a few inches, "And out, there you go." He rocks slowly.

"Tight fucking fit, cap." He grits his teeth and squeezes your waist. You whimper at the stretch, feeling exquisitely full from everywhere. "Shh, shh, don't clench gorgeous."

"S'much." You slur, sweat dripping down the backs of your knees.

"I know. Feel him?" John thrusts his hips and you cry out when you feel a new angle as Kyle pushes a little deeper. "Feel us both?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, what a good job, taking two cocks at the same time. What a good fucking girl." He praises before dropping to a more authoritative voice. "All the way now, Kyle. Give it one big push. Three, two, one — there."

Gaz bottoms out in a single thrust, and you cry out, hiccuping. He was bigger and fuller than any toy John had skilfully worked inside of you yet. The stretch was just about as much as you could take.

"Breathe." John snaps, smacking your cheek. "C'mon. Take a breath. There she is." His hands tighten in your hair and you can feel his familiar, heavy cock sandwiched within your body and twitching against your cervix. He smelled like sweat and sex and it was a heady combination.

"Not gonna last long, lovely." Gaz rolls his pelvis into the fat of you. "Takin me so well. Price trained you perfectly."

"Too kind, Garrick. I'll let you cum inside her just for that."

Your whimper is shushed by John who begins stroking your hair at the same time Gaz starts up a steady, brutal rythm. "No, no. Your job is to take. Not think. You don't have to worry about any of those silly thoughts in that pretty little head of yours right now, hm? I'm here for that. You just focus on feeling good."

And you do. You feel every vein, every ridge of Kyle's cock as it pounds in and out of your asshole. He stutters when he gets close, slowing down and meeting his Captains eyes.

"F-fuck. I'm close, Sir. Are you sure I'm allowed–?"

"Told you to fuckin' fill 'er up, Kyle. Don't spill a drop."

He groans, his thrusts resuming with bruising strength until he empties himself deep in your clutching, previously untouched heat. His head drops to your back, chest heaving and slick.

"S' amazing. You did so well, thank you." Gaz murmurs against your neck, tickling slightly.

"That's fuckin' right. Don't move." Price instructs, slowly fucking up into you from below. You're squirming, pinned between them as Kyle's seed starts to roll down to where John is stretching your pussy. "I can feel you inside her, Gaz. Want to feel you when I– hah–"

John grabs Kyle by the back of his neck to bring him in. The two make out over your shoulder and with a shuddering groan into his Sergeant's open mouth, John cums too. The friction of your swollen clit against the base of his stomach drags over the sensitive bud when he twitches, triggering an orgasm of your own.

You squeeze so tightly that it forces Kyle out of your snug hole, his spend oozing after his cock leaves you with a wet pop.

You lay limp on John's chest, breathing heavy in the aftermath of such an intense round. John wraps his arms around you, cooing soft praises and rubbing your back. "You did so well sweetheart. It was a lot, hm? But you took us so well, you're such a good girl. Just breathe. M'gonna take care of'you now, don't go fretting. Say thank you to Kyle."

"Thank you Kyle." You parrot, completely spent.

"You're welcome, lovely. Thank you."

John feels you smile against his shoulder and his chest rumbles.

"Yeah." He coos, patting your back and pressing a kiss to your temple. "Good lad." He praises Gaz as well when he goes off to run a warm bath.

All his men were excellent soldiers but you were especially obedient. You were so pliable and eager to please him, and he was more than happy to take care of all of you, in whatever way he saw fit.

john swirls the tip of his tongue around your clit, nuzzling his face into your hairs ticking at his nose to suck you a touch harder. you gasp at the feeling, wishing that your nails were dry enough to tangle your fingers atop his head.

he doesn’t come up for proper air until he’s heaving, chin wet and lines of drool trailing between the two of you. three breaths later and he’s diving back in, thumbs reaching to spread your lips wider.

“’ve got the prettiest kid in the whole world, you know that?”

something jumps in your chest. you forget, for a moment, how to breathe. stare tipping to your nails, you take in the freshly-painted color of designs—paid for by john, of course, who couldn’t stop telling you how lovely they were on the drive home.

john signs through a deep lick against you, as hearing your thoughts have become second nature.

“‘n not just cause ya got your nails done… or cause’a those skirts and lip gloss i bought ya,” john declared softly, tilting his gaze to hold with yours while he plants an open-mouth kiss over your clit. “s'really cause you're you. you’re just pretty. nice t’look at… don’t give a fuck what you wear, kiddo. so long as it’s f’me...”

a shy grin tugs at your mouth. it matches well with the way you feel john smirk against your thigh. he nibbles at the skin with teasing teeth, then covering the light bite with a wet lick.

“now hush that pretty mouth, so i can enjoy my meal, please.”

“mkay.” your hands remain hanging in the air, legs hanging over john.

“ta, dove.”

sometimes you started by talking about kids. he knew you were ovulating because of the cyclical nature of your sighs that coincided with whatever phase of the moon that would be outside when you were on the telephone with him. he’d usually stare at it anyway and imagine the moonlight presently shining on your soft hair and gracing your feminine features when you’d break him out of his trance and ask him what he wanted to name them. you’d be on your bed, squeezing your thighs.

“can i be honest with you?” you breathed into the phone.

“yeah, baby. always.”

“i wish you could give me them sooner ‘toru. i’m… i’m really trying to wait. it’s getting really hard.”

gojo swallowed thickly. “how do i help you out here sweetheart? how can i make you feel better?” and that’s exactly how he always responded to your advances. to life on your terms. by waiting for you to initiate and staying pliant until you do. he was hardening in his pants by now, but he wouldn’t even look at it if you told him not to. he’d deny himself everything by your instruction in utter fear of losing you. he’d survive 40 days and 40 nights just to look at your face again at the end of it. he was so desperate. wouldn’t even satisfy his poor desecrated body when the thoughts of you would come to terrorize him late at night, at times like these, because he’d just picture your face so disappointed in him for having maimed your holy sanctity.

“i know i shouldn’t but it hurts ‘toru.” you would cry so saccharine, voice crawling up gojo’s spine with your hypnotizing temptation. it makes him feel horrible to hear you cry; breaks his heart really, that is, until he comes to a sudden realization.

“it’s okay baby, if you do it by yourself it’s not sinning, right?”

“okay… okay… i need you to guide me through it. please take care of me.”

“i can do that.” gojo whispered, like he was reassuring himself of the fact more than he was you.

“spread your legs baby. touch it where it hurts real slow,” he instructed, waiting for you to affirm you were following his direction and basking in his control of the situation. your left hand slipped beneath the waistband of your pink sleep shorts and white cotton underwear and sheathed them to your knees shakily. the cold metal of the promise ring made the surrounding skin rise in goosebumps. you knew what to do like it was second nature; like the temptation was so strong it was engrained into your flesh and bones. your hips were grinding into the air and desperately searching your pressure. your pointer and ring finger braced themselves on the lips of your leaking orifice, your middle finger ghosting up the inner lips until finding where the delivery of touch sent pangs of pleasure rattling up your spine and making you breathe heavily through the phone. “i’m right here with you, just imagine those fingers are mine.” you circled your drenched clit repeatedly, oh so focused on replicating a touch you’d never felt before. you quickly found a maintainable rhythm, circling your clit with increasing vigor as you whined into the phone for satoru’s care.

“yeah, just like that, you’re such a good girl. you follow directions so well. you feel that in your stomach?” you nodded like he could see you before using your big girl words. your hips were bucking up into your fingers now, your hole clenching around nothing as if to still beg for him. “yeah.. yeah.. pull your’s out.” you whispered, your cheeks burning up at your newfound confidence as he obliges you with quickness. you can hear the sound of him undoing his belt hastily, unbuttoning his pants and sheathing himself into the cold night air of his bedroom, as hard as you always make him. “you wanna hear it?” gojo prompts before putting the speaker at the level he thinks best helps his body do the talking for him — squelch after squelch that helps you sink your ring finger deep inside, thumb still circling your clit with vigor and setting your body in flames. you’re letting your sounds fall off your tongue sloppy, biting your lip to try and keep it locked tight inside your mouth and failing.

“it feels wrong, ‘toru, should i stop? do i stop?” you sob into the phone, begging for his permission to cum essentially as gojo speeds his own pace up.

“no, don’t stop baby, i need you to take it all out of yourself. don’t stop until nothing comes out anymore. you understand? just let it happen.” gojo replies, fisting his cock as tight as he can — how tight he knows you’d be gripping him right now.

“just think of when i make you take it. y-yeah just like that. sometimes i don’t even figure you could t-take it. but i know you could, i’d … i’d hold you down until you took it because you’re so perfect. i’ll never look at another woman like i look at you. you own me. i hope you use me when we get married.” gojo can’t stop moaning into the phone, completely forgetting about his mission to relieve you and indulging in his mantras affirming you of your beauty and praising you for your willingness to share yourself with him like this. “oh my god you’re gonna break me- i’m gonna cum satoru. please make me cum.”

all of your thoughts die in your head when the knot in your stomach snaps. you’re cumming and at this rate, crying too, fat tears falling down your cheeks as your boyfriend makes you keep touching yourself. you don’t need a refractory period if you aren’t actually having sex, right?

“can i be honest with you?” he chokes out, panting, completely fucked out from the occassion of being granted the ability to let out his pent up frustration to the extent of which he knows the rest wont be alleviated until your matrimony. “y-yeah, yeah….” words die in your mouth as you continue to work on your body through the pain that jostles within it.

“all the time i think of us when we’re married, we really need to make sure you’re ready enough not to cry and run away when it stretches you out. i know it’s so tight. i’d break you— f—fuck.”

“you’d break me, you’d break me, you’d break me,” you repeat. never had you ever been so hellbent on being broken, on being drilled into until you snapped in half, on being broken open until you were crying and so unholy that you wouldn’t even regard the true purpose of this pleasure, just focused on the delicious way his jaw would be clenched as he’d break you open. you didn’t even pray on ripped kneelers. never would have read out of a bible snapping on it’s spine.

“it’s not even gonna go in all the way babe, you know that?”

“why? wh…why ‘toru?”

“you would never be able to take all of it. your cervix won’t let me go any deeper.” gojo chuckled. “you’re too small.”

everything went quiet when satoru’s words made you realize you were obligated to devote more attention to your clit than where you actually needed him. if you tried to fit another finger, you’d tear that sacred piece of skin. you knew you were both reaching the breaking point when all you could manage to reply with was a mewl and satoru’s vocality was quickly waning — quickly being lost to the focus of full relief. there was no repentance for the feeling that made your legs shake, but at least you weren’t actually sinning, right?

you came first, sweet and relieving to the fullest extent that you could be without him, still wishing he was there physically to ensure neglected fluid didn’t leak and arching your back off of the bed. then he followed, whispering your name repeatedly like your satisfaction was the only use of his sexual pleasure, like you owned it, like it was yours years before any ceremony. “can i cum?” satoru whined permission in a strained voice when he was already walking such a thin line, already thinking about emptying everything he had onto your face because he found you so beautiful and finding that this thought hurdled him toward his orgasm. one “yeah, cum for me ‘toru,” and he’d bitten down on his held up t-shirt, moaning for you and spilling all over his stomach, watching 4 ropes ripple down his abs while he heaved.

“i am so in love with you.”

“if you ever love another women in your life i’ll kill you.”

“no can do ma’am, i’d kill myself first.”

a beat of silence

“get some rest, got church in the morning.”

It was accidental. You’d just gone on your fifth absolutely atrocious date of the month and walked into the apartment practically sobbing. Ghost pried and pried until you told him what had happened.

“He kept feeding me alcohol and I didn’t care cause I just wanted to fucking do something, anything.”

He’d furrowed his brows, hanging your jacket on its hooks. “What do you mean, do something?”

“I’m so tired of being the only fucking girl that’s a virgin. It’s humiliating. The second a guy finds out they just fucking drop me like some bitch ass pussy.” You always had a potty mouth when you were angry. He normally found it funny, cute even, but all it did right then was make his heart clench. “And of course he was getting me tipsy so it slipped out and he literally said ‘fuck, why’d you have to say that,’ then told me to ‘please get out of his car.’ He said he didn’t want that to be on his conscience, that it wasn’t his responsibility. Like how is that even fair to me?”

He tried to open his mouth to console you, to try and make things better, but his dick was getting harder by the minute and you just kept rambling.

“All I want is for someone to want me. To want to touch me and for just a minute I wanna feel something, I wanna feel good.” You were too worked up to feel embarrassed, but the shame was there, rearing its ugly head and leaving you a weeping mess.

“I’m sorry, I-you don’t need to know this.” Little did you know he was standing there with the world’s biggest boner. He tried to be chivalrous, took your purse and sat it on the table and grabbed you an ice-cold bottle of water, he let you cry and rant while the whole time all he could think about was fucking that virgin cunt senseless until you were writhing on the bed screaming his name.

“Maybe it’s my fault ya know,” He froze at that, snapping back to reality. “I mean I’m the one who decided to keep myself pure or whatever the fuck you wanna call it. Maybe I’m too needy now or too desperate. Maybe I need to just give up and back off and accept the fact that I’m forever and always going to be-” He couldn’t stand it anymore. In three quick steps he was rounding the table and by your side, grasping your face and placing hungry lips against your own.

He pulled you flush against him, taking satisfaction in the way you yelped at the feeling of his bulge against your lower stomach. He kissed you fervently, tongue absolutely stealing the breath from your lungs and leaving your body limp. It was like a starving man having his first meal. His grip on your hip was rough as he squeezed the skin, no doubt leaving marks, while his other hand was behind your head, holding you close to him until he was satisfied.

Eventually, when you were shoving your hands against his chest, he pulled back, gasping into your mouth. His forehead laid against yours, eyes closing as he heaved in greedy gulps of air.

“Stop. fucking. talking.” The next kiss was soft, thumb rubbing circles where the bruises would form. “ ‘m gonna take care of you okay,” Another soft kiss. “Gonna give you exactly what you need, yeah?

The air is knocked out of your lungs and all you can do is nod. He bites your bottom lip at your lack of noise, hand moving down to paw at your ass. “Use your fucking words.”

“Yeah-yes.”

“Attagirl.” Both hands were on your thighs now, tugging you up and forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. He’s kissing you again, moving swiftly down the hall to his room. You’re not as quick as him, inexperienced lips moving slower around his mouth, and your trembling hands grasping at his neck and jawline.

He practically kicks the door down, slamming it shut with his foot before laying you down softly against the bed. “Gonna take these off,”

Another nod, heat pooling in your stomach at the deep, desperate rasp in his voice. He works quick, and by the time your bottoms are off, the nerves begin to kick in. Your breathing grows uneven when he reaches for your underwear.

“Anybody ever touched your pussy before, baby?” He knew you were a virgin, but that didn’t mean you hadn’t played around before.

“Just-just me.” He can feel the precum dripping from his throbbing cock.

“Fuck don’t say that to me.” He closes his eyes, groaning as he hooks his fingers into the waistline of your panties and pulling them off your body. He doesn’t throw them down with your pants, instead he sticks them in his back pocket, fingers rubbing the cotton back and forth at the feeling of the slick coating their inside. He starts kissing up your legs, hands gripping your thighs and spreading them wide as his warm lips leave open-mouthed kisses against the inner part of your knees.

You’re not breathing at this point, instead just gripping the sheets in silent anticipation. You thought you’d be more excited, but instead there’s just anxiety and insecurity coating every part of your body.

He can feel the tension in your thighs, can feel it even more as he runs his hands up to your stomach, kneading the soft skin of your belly. “Relax sweet’art, got nothing to be scared of.”

His lips are now just above your pussy, tongue swooping down to run across your clit. You’d touched yourself before, you knew what it felt like, but this was different, very very different.

He groans at your soft whimper, moving down toward your wet slit and beginning to kiss there too.

“Fuck can you just-just do it.” You’re rubbing your hands down your face at this point, trying to fight away the roaming thoughts as the warmth of his tongue teases your pussy lips.

“Gotta take my time, get you opened up.”

“But-”

He looks up, eyes soft and filled with understanding. “Jus’ trust me.” He squeezes your skin for emphasis, smiling that familiar smile and easing some of the stress in your gut. You’re now able to recognize the intense heat pooling there.

Once his tongue finally starts moving inside and his nose begins bumping your clit, your head falls back on the bed, quiet mewls coming from your trembling lips.

He didn’t like that you were so quiet, no, he wanted to hear you fucking sing.

“C’mon baby, tell me what you need. Lemme help.” You wanted to, but the problem was, you yourself had no idea what it was that you needed him to do.

“I don’t know-I just-I don’t know.”

He kept lapping anyway, moving up to sucking your clit. That pulled a sound from you, one he’d never heard before. He loved it.

“B-better, that’s better.”

Your fingers were grasping onto whatever they could find, the pillow, the sheets, your own top, but you still weren’t where he wanted you to be.

“Breathe,” He mumbles the words against your core, leaving you shivering. “You ever had your fingers inside you?”

You’d tried once or twice, but it never felt right, just too uncomfortable and too hard to try more than a few minutes. “Yes.” The weight of your honesty lays heavy on your shoulders. “I didn’t like it.”

He was lazily kissing your clit, leaving strained whines coming from your throat. “Gimme your hands.” You obeyed immediately, letting him take your fingers and guide them to his hair. “I’m gonna try, if you don’t like it, you tell me and I’ll stop right then.”

“Okay,” Your voice is weak, nerves making your body feel on fire. You awaited the uncomfortable intrusion, but instead just felt his mouth again. Felt his lips wrapping around your clit, felt his tongue gathering your slick and spreading it wherever he pleased. It made you forget, only for a moment, made your body relax and fingers go lax on his scalp.

He took that opportunity to put a finger in. His were so much bigger and wider than yours, and that once uncomfortable feeling now kind of hurt.

You couldn’t help but hiss, fingernails scratching at his scalp, but you didn’t tell him to stop, and so he didn’t. He kept scissoring you, until eventually the feeling of his finger was more pleasurable than anything. He could sense the relaxation in the walls of your pussy and in turn added another. This time you let out a moan, hips now grinding up to try and get more from him.

“Attagirl,” He whispered softly, curling his fingers in this spot you’d never even known existed.

Now you were fucking singing.

He moaned in response, who wouldn’t want this right in front of them?

“S-Simon.” You’re saying his name, pleading whines coming from your lips. There was a tightening in your belly you’d only felt a few times before, almost like this coil that could snap at any given moment.

He was a feral man now. Fingers squelching in and out of your wet folds, tongue going down on your clit like it was a fucking ice cream cone. Round and around in circles, sucking, biting, kissing, the mixture of that and the movement of his fingers had you writhing, cunt making movie-style noises as your orgasm grew closer and closer.

He could feel your walls start to flutter around him and knew you were almost there. Just a little more.

“Fuck fuckkk Simon,” He’d added a third finger, doing what you thought was filling you to the brim. You tugged, hard, on his hair, pushing his face down as far into your pussy as it could go.

Suddenly that coil snapped, and you let out a to-loud moan, chanting his name like a mantra in between shallow breaths.

“Simon.” Your voice was high pitched and needy, whimpers coming loose as your body shivered with overstimulation.

Simon, Simon, Simon, Simon. He could cum in his pants at the simple sound of your voice.

“Please oh god please, st-” He pulled away immediately, licking up every drop of release you’d given him and letting it rest on his lips. You didn’t have to tell him twice, if you were done then he could be done too, despite how badly he wanted to keep his mouth on your pussy for the rest of his life. The sounds you made, the way you smelled, his dick twitched in response.

“Did so fucking good for me. Sweetest pussy I ever tasted.” He kissed his way up your body, loving the aftershocks that shook your limbs.

He pushed up your shirt with his nose, slipping deft fingers beneath the top and slipping it over your head.

“C’mon, come back to me now.” He was kissing your lips softly, rubbing the sides of your waist to draw you back to reality.

“M’here.”

“Yeah baby, there we go.” He was caressing your skin, drawing you back to his face, his body, back to every part of his being that you felt you were truly seeing for the first time.

“You’re beautiful,” Your voice was a soft whisper as you reached your fingers up to trace his face.

He couldn’t help but to smile, seeing you like this, eyes lidded and face flushed with the post-orgasm glaze, it made him want to fuck you over and over for the rest of his life, but with it there was also a dull ache inside to think that maybe you’d let somebody else see you this way.

“I’m glad it’s you,” Your words make him choke on his breath, the thoughts reeling in his brain pausing for a split second. “I wouldn’t-It couldn’t have been anyone else. Only you.”

Ghost blinked slowly, turning your speech in circles over and over until it made him nauseous. “Glad I can be of assistance.”

“No, no Simon, it's more than that. I only want it to be you.” His lips turned to meet the palm of your hand as he peppered kisses down your wrist, eventually coming back around to touch your lips. He shoves his nose against yours, one hand moving to grab ahold of your face.

“Always gonna be me.” A small kiss as his free hand fumbles for his belt. “‘M always gonna take care of you, always gonna look out for ya.” He was kicking his jeans off now, bulge more prominent within the tight strain of his boxers. “Nobody’s ever gonna touch you again, nobody but me.”

You nod, squeezing his neck softly as you bring his head down to meet yours. “I love you,” The words have been said a million times before. After his deployments, a long day, in between stirring dinner on the stove. You’d both been saying it all along, but no one was brave enough to admit that it was more than surface level, more than just three words in the dictionary.

He found his tongue heavy, brain completely empty as he watched your every move. “Yeah love,” Finally he could speak, he could speak as his fingers unhooked your bra. He could speak as he wanted to see every single part of you, wanted to see you bare and vulnerable in front of him, and then he wanted to hold you like that until you felt like nothing would ever hurt you again. “I love you too.”

You slammed your lips into his as he removed his boxers, his cock standing strong and proud, the red tip leaking precum.

The nerves were back, stomach and pussy tensing at the mere thought of him trying to put it inside you. You didn’t know what the average penis looked like, but his looked fucking big.

Simon could sense the anxiety, could see it as your eyes grew wide and as your forehead creased with worry. “Relax, breathe.” He lifted your legs to rest against his hips, one hand beginning to line up his cock between your folds.

“Simon,”

“If you want to stop, we’ll stop, I promise.”

“No, I-no.”

He kissed you softly, dropping his length to grab your hand and place it against his bicep. “You hold that and you don’t let go. You can squeeze, claw, bite, whatever you need to do, you got it?”

“Yeah,” It was a whimper, a whisper in the wind.

“Look at me alright, keep those pretty eyes on me.” He started to push in, slowly, but the stretch of just his tip already had you crying, eyebrows pinched up and body so tense it felt like you could be snapped in half.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, you gotta-you gotta relax baby, just-nngh-just breathe.” His eyes were shut too, the feeling of your tight fucking pussy and nails clawing at his arms like he was a scratching post had him so worked up he swore he wouldn’t even last a minute.

“You can keep going, just keep going please.” Your voice was trembling, eyes pouring out tears as he pushed in a little further. He was barely halfway inside and already his orgasm was right there in front of him.

“Ta-mm-Talk to me baby. Tell me about-tell me about your favorite song.”

You laughed slightly, the sting starting to make way for pleasure. “You know my favorite song.” Each word was strained, but it was there, and you were pushing through.

“Okay then-fuck baby I can’t-you’re so fucking tight, you gotta ease up. Squeezing me so hard I’m gonna bust like a fucking twelve year old in a sock.”

The moment you giggled he sheathed himself in fully, laying his forehead against yours when you let out a pained cry. “I know, I know, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He was peppering your face with kisses, trying not to moan as loud as fucking possible. He hated that you were in so much pain, hated that he could feel cool liquid between your thighs that was anything but arousal.

“It’s alright, you’re alright, it’s gonna get better, just try to -mm-” He whimpered unintentionally, and it sent something ablaze inside your stomach.

It took a moment, but, eventually, it stopped hurting so badly, and you were able to open your eyes, removing your nails from his arm only to leave deep indents that had even drawn blood. “There ya go, fuck yeah baby, there ya go.”

“You can-ah-you can move.” He was frantically rubbing your skin with his hands, kissing everywhere his mouth would reach.

“You sure, love are you sure?” He was a writhing mess on top of you, legs trembling along with his arm as he tried to hold himself up. You just felt so good, so warm.

“Y-yeah. Please.” The first thrust was excruciating, leaving you groaning against his lips, but the next one was better, and then better and better and better.

Now you were moaning, singing like the songbird he knew you were. “Fuck yeah baby-jus’ like that, keeping squeezing me like that.”

His voice, so high-pitched and needy, unlike anything you’d ever heard him say. It had you practically yelling with pleasure. He was moving too slowly, it was agonizing the way you were feeling.

“More Si-I need more, please.” He whimpered at your words, hooking his arms underneath your knees and pushing them up to your chest. He started pounding into you, hitting this sweet spot over and over again.

“Oh my god Simonnn, Simon, Simon,” There it was again.

“Ohhhh baby oh baby keep singing, fuck, keeping singing songbird.”

He swore he’d never had pussy this good in his life, and it was his, all his. No woman had ever made him whine like a needy teenager, never made him beg for release because of how badly he just wanted to fill you to the brim with his fucking cum.

“‘M close, I’m so close fuck,” He couldn’t help how fast his orgasm built up. You just took him so well, so warm and soft.

You were getting there, that coil coming back more intensely than last time, but you knew he wouldn’t last that long. “Go ahead Simon-you can-you can cum honey. Please, please cum inside me.”

With a grunt he stopped, absolutely losing his shit inside of you as he shook with the force of his orgasm, moaning so loudly into your ear it made them ring. He was getting after shocks himself, twitching on top of you as it hit him full force.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” He was chanting your name now. The sound made you whine as you laid there, cold and throbbing with need. When he caught his breath, he sat up, kissing your lips tenderly.

“C’mere.” With a whimper he turned over onto his back, leaving your walls wrapped around him.

“Fucking use me baby, do what you need, I got you.” You’d never ridden anything before, had not a single idea how to even begin, but he grabbed your hips, guiding you up and down.

“Set your own pace, do what feels good.” You nodded, closing your eyes as you bounced up and down, rolling your hips forward which drew a porn-worthy moan from your chest.

Ghost threw his head back, thumb fumbling to rub your clit. “Attagirl, you fucking ride my dick baby.” Every time he spoke to you, you could feel your pussy clench, and it’d clench tight. You knew this because every time it did, Ghost would whimper so loudly you swore he was a wounded puppy.

You’d never heard noises like this, never heard of another man being so obsessed with a pussy like this. He wouldn’t stop talking about it, mumbling beneath his breath as you continued to ride him.

You finally found a solid rhythm, and when Ghost began putting pressure on your puffy clit you swore you saw stars.

“Fuck Simon, oh fuck I’m so close,”

“Yeah I know I know, just let it go baby, let it happen.” One more roll of your hips and you were falling forward, clenching around him so tightly he came again. You were both moaning, loudly, bodies trembling against each other as you came down from your highs.

It took you longer, mind fuzzy as you grew more and more sensitive by the second. Ghost noticed the difference in your sounds and pulled out, lifting your hips and laying them back down against his pelvis.

His hands started rubbing up and down your back, soothing the vibrating skin. He was planting kisses all over your face, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Did so good for me, so so good.”

You couldn’t help but smile, fingers moving to prod at the fingernail indents on his arm. “‘M sorry.”

“Nah, don’t ever fucking apologize for that.” You closed your eyes as his gruff, burly tone came out of hiding, the deep baritone sending shivers down your spine.

“Is that-was I-” You could feel your brain whirring with a million thoughts, and even though you knew none of them were true, you couldn’t help but feel a pit forming in your stomach anyway.

“What?” His tone was tender, one hand moving up to caress your cheeks.

A part of you wanted to spill every thought you were thinking, let him know every doubt and every worry, but the other part of you wanted to keep this sacred, to keep it this beautiful fever dream that could never be tainted.

“C’mon love, talk to me.”

You heaved in a deep breath, angling your head to look up at him. He met your eyes immediately, holding your face to stay staring at him.

“Was that okay?” You watched as confusion etched into his features.

“I don’t know what you mean baby.”

“Was I-ugh-I’ve never done this before okay I don’t-I didn’t even suck your dick.”

Now he was really confused. “This isn’t about me, this was about taking care of you.”

“Yeah but every time-”

“If you’re gonna say some stupid shit about another guy I’m gonna lose my mind alright. Are you seriously sitting here right now and telling me that you’ve been sucking dick and not once have they got you off?”

You shrug, shame flushing your cheeks and making you turn away, but his grip was strong, keeping you facing him.

“Sweet’art you were fucking perfect. Did you not hear me?”

A shy smile tries to sneak through. “I did but-”

“Nobody’s ever made me feel that way, nobody.”

You let out a sigh, laying back down into his warm skin. “I just don’t want you to get bored Simon.”

The belly laugh that escaped was nothing like you’d ever heard from him before. It shook your body, the loud, deep rumble of a snicker echoing off the walls.

“Bloody fucking hell, I’ve lived with you for four years, if I was bored love, I’d be long fucking gone.” He grunted when you slapped him on the chest, holding his hands up in surrender.

“No need to be sassy Riley.”

“ ‘M sorry, ‘m sorry,” He was showering you with kisses again, fingers trying to tickle your sides.

“Ow ow, no no no, I’m to sore, Simon fucking Riley!” He was chuckling again, rolling you over so you were on your back once more.

He wanted to slot himself inside you again, feel your warmth resting around his cock, but he opted instead to just hold you, to listen to what you had to say rather than combat it with sex.

“Listen here Riley. I’m being serious, okay.”

“ ‘m all ears baby.”

There was a fuzzy feeling in your stomach but you pushed it aside, trying to form the courage to draw out your words. “This was amazing, and I’d do it over and over again, but I can’t-if you don’t wanna be with me I need to know. I can’t do the friends with benefits thing okay, it’s not-I don’t have that in me.”

You opened you mouth to speak, and he could see the downward spiral lighting a fire inside your eyes.

“Listen to me and listen to me good. I have spent the last four years thinking about spending the next four years with you. I wake up and I think about you, I go to bed and I think about you. I dream about you, everyone at work fucking hates me cause all I do is talk about you. You’re everything I have. I fucking love you, more than anything on this Earth I love you. You hearin’ me?” His words were firm, tucking themselves inside your heart and making their own home there.

It was all you’d ever wanted to hear from him, all you ever needed.

You took a moment to analyze his features, the scrunch of his eyebrows, the softness laid in his eyes, he was everything. With a shake of your head, you kissed him ever so softly. “Yeah, I hear you.”

He broke out into a wide smile, lips landing on yours tenderly. It wasn’t a feverish need this time, just one person melding with the other until you felt whole again, complete.

He stopped only to breathe, pushing a sweaty strand of hair out of your eyes. “Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” You agreed, blinking lidded eyes as he stood up and lifted your weak body from the bed.

“Not a thing I wouldn’t do for you, you know that right?”

For now though, he started by sliding off your shoes and setting them at the foot of the bed. “Baby girl,” his voice was low but softer than usual, “when’s the last time you ate?”

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

You didn’t even answer him. Just shrugged your shoulders. But, when you turned towards him, he could see the wet streaks that ran down the balls of your adorable cheeks. Nah. He couldn’t handle having you crying.

“Silly woman, c’mere.” He’s suddenly so damn thankful he showered before he left the agency so he’s able to sit on the bed fully and pull you into his arms. “Ya get ten minutes of cuddles and then I’m gonna go get you some water.”

Because if you didn’t know when the last time you ate was that also meant you hadn’t been properly hydrated either.

He pulls his phone free and texts your other husband to bring home your favorite take out.

Shitty Hair: Bad day, huh? I’ll grab some mochi too. She want anything else?

“Ei wants t’know if you want him to grab anything on the way home?”

It took you a minute but you shook your head. “No… just want ya both home.”

He relayed the information and then set his phone to rest on the nightstand.

Your arms wound around his torso and your face went back to being buried in his chest. “You’re cute, but your vice grip isn’t gonna stop from gettin’ you water.”

“Does it have to be water?” He barely heard your muffled sass.

“Yea it does, you little brat. Now, you can stay in bed while I get it for ya or you can hold on and I’ll take ya with me.” Your locked hands behind his back told him your choice.

With ease, he swung his legs over the side of the bed while you clung onto him like a little koala. His hands gripped your thick thighs and wrapped them around his narrow waist to make walking effortless.

Normally he would’ve set you on the counter but this time he moved about with you still attached. Grabbing a big water bottle and filling it to the brim. “But Kats! It’s so much!” The corner of his mouth twitched upward and so did his blonde brows. “Oh, fuck off!”

He chuckled and handed the bottle over. “When you’re finished with it, you can drink whatever ya want for the rest of the night.”

There was no point in arguing with him. He wouldn’t budge. So you sighed, “fine,” and took your first swig.

From there he took you back to the bedroom and got you changed into something more comfortable: one of Eiji’s hoodies and a pair of his sweats.

Of course, what should’ve taken less than five minutes ended up closer to thirty… you took your bra off and he couldn’t help himself! He just had to worship you for a while.

Pin your back against the closet wall and pepper kisses across your skin. Over your chest, swirling his tongue around your nipples before migrating down to your soft tummy.

The affection stopped just at the hem of your panties. “Think I’ll wait until Ei gets home, wouldn’t wanna have too much fun without him.”

You looked ready to kill but he kissed you then, hard enough to take your breath away and keep you pleasantly distracted. Stealing kiss after kiss until your lips were puffy and lungs depleted of oxygen.

“Please, Katsuki,” Gods, you sounded so pretty when you said his name like that. Already trying to guide his hand to your core.

You did have such a hard day… “Alright,” his head dipped to your neck, “my needy little woman—”

He pushed your panties to the side and felt how much you actually did need him. Groaning and pathetically rocking his hips against you as his fingers slid inside.

It didn’t take long at all to have you panting for him, whimpering broken versions of his name each time he hit your sweet spot.

“Such a good girl.”

He nips and sucks at your neck, thumb circling your clit again and again. Precise movement that he knows you love.

“Well, that’s one way to cheer her up,” both of you looked to the doorway to find Eijirou looking on, completely pleased with what he’s come home to. “Don’t stop on my account.”

“Wasn’t plannin’ on it.” He hadn’t quit moving those long fingers of his the whole time either. “Think you should join me though.” He turned his ruby gaze back to you. “You want that, right baby girl? Want Ei t’make you cum too?”

He was already walking over as you nodded your head. His smile was as soft and sweet as ever dropping a light kiss on your lips like he does every day when he comes home with his little, “missed you,” and then does the same to Katsuki.

“Gimme some room, would ya?” It’s an awkward little shuffle as Katsuki makes room for Eijirou to sink to his knees between you both. Wasting no time lapping at the mess Katsuki’s made between your legs as his hands tug at his husbands sweats, pulling them down his thighs to give him a little relief too.

Between Katsuki’s fingers and Eijirou’s tongue, you certainly forget about the day you had, you forget about the whole damn week, even your name for a few seconds there.

Eijirou held one of your thighs in his large hand, kneading your soft skin, even taking a few breaks from your cunt to leave a few bite marks over the ones that had faded from just a few days ago.

His wrist flicked, using his other hand to get Katsuki closer to a release too all while muttering praises that sent the sweetest vibrations to your clit.

G— guys, oh fuck, ‘m gonna—“ you whined rather than finished the sentence.

“Gonna cum for us, cutie? That’s our girl,” Eijirou teased since Katsuki was getting close too. “G’head then. We gotcha, love.”

Your nails dig into Katsuki’s arm and pull at Eijirou’s hair as your high crashes over you. Eijirou takes a final lick at your core and leans forward to take Katsuki’s cock in his mouth. Letting the man finish there rather than in his fist.

The two of you pant above him while he smiles, using his thumb to swipe a bit of cum that spilled over.

“Welcome home, Red.” You barely get the sentence out, leaning your head on Katsuki’s shoulder.

He chuckles and kisses your thigh again. “It’s good t’be home. Feelin’ better?”

“Much better now.”

You all sat lounging around the living room with the containers of food Eijirou had brought home covering the coffee and end tables.

The guys listened to you rant about the assholes trying to tell you how to do your job. Thinking they know everything better than you do. More than once they each offered to give these retired gasbags a piece of their mind but you waved them off each time. Just thankful for them listening to you.

The two of them always do though. You could talk to them about anything and they’d give you their undivided attention. And they knew they could come to you for the same.

Whatever the three of you needed, you were always there for each other.

A shoulder to cry on, an ear to listen, someone to sit around and eat junk food with… or even bending you over and screwing you until every other thought faded away. Which just so happened to be what the two of them intended on doing for you tonight just as soon as you finished your dinner ♡

If there was one thing that had your heart racing and your pussy soaked, it was Katsuki in grey sweatpants. And once he came out into the living room from showering after working out, you couldn't help the way the sight sent an erotic warmth throughout your entire body. You had squirmed on the sofa, barely paying attention to what he was saying in the kitchen before you decided to pounce.

Katsuki grunted, his jaw flexing as he rubbed the back of his neck before a wicked smirk started to curl his lips. "I'll never say no to your mouth on my cock, princess."

Giddy with excitement, you pulled his already hardening cock out of his sweatpants before pressing soft and lingering kisses down the shaft earning a soft groan from your boyfriend above.

There was just something about sucking Katsuki’s cock that had you squirming and aching in your core. The way that ‘don’t care’ attitude fades with each kitten lick from you makes you wish you could always have your tongue on his shaft. He’s feral when you’re sucking his cock, filthy words spewing from his lips but never crossing the line that you both had drawn.

You love seeing the way he lets go, gives himself over to pleasure entirely. To be fair, that’s how it always is when it comes to sex with Katsuki but you’re sure that you love it so much because of your oral fixation. Not that he’s complaining any.

“Stop being such a fucking tease.” Katsuki snapped, your eyes zeroing back to your boyfriends agitated and frustrated expression.

You pulled away from his cock just barely, your hot breath fanning it over the flushed head. “I thought you liked it when I teased you?” You cooed, sticking your bottom lip out slightly to pout but I didn’t seem to affect him. “You always make the hottest noises when I tease you.” Sighing, you press a gentle kiss to his twitching cock.

Katsuki scoffed, the hint of a frustrated groan in the noise that had your pussy aching already. “Just suck my cock, woman. I know your dying to swallow me so just do it.”

His commanding voice made you almost whimper in need as you nodded, eyes going back to his stiff dick. Your mouth was practically watering so you wasted not time to take him in.

You start off slow, unhurried in your actions as you heard a quiet sigh of relief from Katsuki above. Your one hand stayed on his thigh as the other caressed his balls every once and a while, smirking around his cock with every hiss and curse you heard. You dragged it out, teasing him for a few minutes in hopes of getting him desperate. He may not liked to be teased but you sure loved teasing him.

“Fucking brat, didn’t I say not to tease?” He growled, vermillion eyes fiery as you looked up to meet his gaze. You squirm under his stare, feeling the slick between your pussy lips slide against each other with just a harsh stare. “I thought you wanted me to fuck your face.”

You pulled off of him with a pop before nodding. “I do. I really do, Katsuki.” You all but whined, biting your bottom lip.

Katsuki’s jaw tightened but he nodded, the action telling you that he was more pent up than he was letting on. His forefingers beckoned you towards him which you happily complied, sliding his cock back into your wet and warm mouth.

He groaned at the contact and you felt his cock twitch as you braced your hands on his thighs once more.

“You ready?” His gruff voice sent shivers down your body. You nodded as his hand cupped the back of your head. “Tap my leg if you need a breather.”

You hummed around his cock, excitement coursing through your veins as he huffed and readjusted his stance. The slight scrape of his nails against your scalp was the only warning you got.

He started off at a steady pace, just like he would if he had your face down on the mattress. You were thanking your lucky stars that you had thrown your hair into a messy bun as he taken to using that as a handle as he fucked your face.

Your mouth felt so deliciously full, the spit pooling in your mouth to act as lube for him to thrust in. You could feel the smooth underside of his cock slide over your velvet tongue, the tip bumping the back of your throat. It was erotic, being used like this with someone you loved. You knew that the harsh words and rougher actions

Choking a bit, you could hear Katsuki above you groan in pleasure and couldn’t help but moan around his cock as your eyes flutter closed. “You really enjoy having your throat fucked, don’t you? You’re just a slut for choking on it, aren’t you princess?”

Katsuki had the kind of cock that would leave you gasping and choking on it when it came to blow jobs and you absolutely loved it. Even during before this experiment, blowing your boyfriend was intensely erotic just for how big he was. Not only was he big but he knew how to use it, he knew when to go slow and when to give it all he had.

So you hummed, hoping it conveyed just a sliver of how much you liked it and he seemed to get the idea as his grip tightened in your hair.

Beautiful moans were sounded from above as Katsuki’s hips started thrusted just a bit firmer, seemingly enjoying this as much if not more than you were. You felt the dull ache deep in your cunt, whimpering at how empty and soaked it was but you weren’t distracted for long.

You started seeing stars and realized you had been so distracted, you didn’t realize you weren’t getting enough breath. You tapped his leg and he immediately pulled out, cock bouncing against your mouth for a moment before pulling away as you gasped in a breath.

Feeling his free calloused hand caress your cheek gently, you looked up eyes dazed and lips glistening with spit and pre cum to see Katsuki looking down at you with such heat and adoration that it felt like whiplash.

Unable to keep a shaky whimper from slipping your lips, you squirm under his stare feeling your slick squelch between your puffy lips. Your chest was rising quickly still after a moment of catching your breath before you nodded and said nothing, sticking your wet tongue out and waiting for him to take the next step.

Katsuki slapped his cock against your tongue, the wet noises being drowned out by your needy whining and his gruff groaning.

“You look so dirty, all disheveled and blushing. You must really love getting fucked in the face.” He growled, hooking his finger in your mouth before petting the wet velvet of your tongue as you tried to nod. “Do you like being my fuck toy? Just a hole for me? Do ya, baby?”

Before you could answer, he had pulled his finger out and replaced it with his cock. Within a second, he’s thrusting his hips against your face and driving his cock down your tight throat with a low and raw groan.

Katsuki doesn’t hold back this time, now that he’s had a taste of it. He’s rougher now, your whimpers hidden behind the wet sounds of his cock sliding in pools of spit in your mouth and his incredibly hot dirty talk as he talks down to you.

“Look at you. Goddammit, you’re a sight.” He growled lowly as he put more force into his thrusts. “I can tell you’re loving this, I can practically see the hearts in those dumb glazed over eyes.”

Whimpering around his cock, your clit pulsed and ached to be touched. The squirming against your panties weren’t hitting right and you were so frustrated, wanting for him to touch you. But not yet. You reminded yourself to be patient between the slaps against your face and the feeling of his big cock slamming down your throat. You blinked, the tears slipping from you face.

“Fuck, you look so hot right now.” Katsuki grunted as his hand gripping your hair tight, his thrusts brutal against the back of your throat. Tears began to pour from your eyes as you tapped his leg, needing just another moment.

He pulled out, resting his wet cock against your lips as you drew in some gasping breaths. “Love how you choke on it. I can’t believe we haven’t done this before.” He said with a smirk, his one hand coming down to wipe away the stray tears.

“I may sound like a dick but you look gorgeous crying around my cock, princess.”

You whined and quickly stuck out your tongue, moaning as he thrusted into the slick warmth of your mouth.

The more time went by, the harsher the snap of his hips and the grip on your hair was. You were practically crying in frustrated arousal, your puffy pussy aching for anything to rub against it. You’d take rubbing against a pillow at this point.

But you’re a trooper, only tapping a few times to gasp in a ragged breath before almost clambering back on his cock. You’re desperate to have him in your mouth, to fuck your face like you were just his fleshlight.

It’s slick, dirty and wet squelching noises as you choke on his cock, rolling his balls in one hand as the other tries to grip that hard muscle of his thigh. Your body’s trembling and you’re not sure if it’s because of the how rough he is being with each snap of his hips or your overwhelming arousal pooling in the bottom of your abdomen, leaving your juices to leak from your puffy lips. You wouldn’t be surprised if it had leaked through your shorts and onto the floor.

You can feel him getting closer with each erratic smack against your face and you pull out all the tricks you know to get Katsuki to the edge. You moan around his cock while you palm his balls, earning loud and rumbling moan as his cock twitches against your tongue.

“F-Fuck.” He grunted, looking down at your expectant needy expression. “Where d’you wan’ my cum, princess?” He slurred before you tapped your cheek with your finger with a muffled whimper, earning another bone shuddering moan from Katsuki.

He pulled his cock out, bringing the hand that was gripping your hair to stroke his cock after lining it up. It only took a few erratic pumps of his fist while watching you squirm and whimper with your tongue lolling out of your mouth before he empties his load onto your tear stained face.

“Oh, f-fuck.” You closed you eyes before you heard his staggering moan and felt the warm of his cum dripping over your face. “You like having my cum all over that pretty face of yours, don’t you? C’mere. Lick the tip, clean me up.” He shook his slowly softening cock at you before sighing.

You opened your eyes and leaned in to lick his cock clean, loving the taste before pulling back to look up at him. He scoops a dollop of his warm seed onto his forefingers, the corners of his mouth curling slightly.

“Open wide, princess.” Without a second thought you open wide for him and take in his fingers, suck tongue sucking every drop of his cum and sweat off his thick fingers as his free hand runs through your hair and scraping your scalp gently.

After he thought you had you fill (you never do), he rushed to the bathroom for a warm rag to wipe your face clean. Crouching in front of you, he held your jaw in his one hand gently while the other wipe away the stickiness that the smeared cum left on your skin.

“Do you enjoy that?” He asked while he worked meticulously, his thumb rubbed soft circles into your cheek.

A hot blush painted your cheeks as you nodded, unable to keep from rocking your hips slightly to ease the painful ache in your cunt. The action wasn’t missed by Katsuki’s attentive vermillion eyes, a slow smirk playing over his lips before he pressed a gentle kiss to your mouth before murmuring against your mouth.

“I think it’s time to reward you for taking my cock so well. I’m hungry too.”

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