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"Oh I'm just—"

"I heard whispers from the grapevine that you were looking for someone to take your virginity, is that right?" He cooed at you, taking the opportunity to twirl a lock of your hair in his hand, his other large hand holding onto a can of Pepsi. A small chuckle escaping his lips at the blush spreading across your cheeks when you darted your gaze away. So fucking adorable, he thought.

Frantic eyes darting away, you refused to look at him. It was so embarrassing for him to know. Not to mention, how did he even know?

Amidst the smell of sex, sweat and alcohol in the loud, raging party, all you could focus on was Suguru's piercing gaze on you. The way he licked his bottom lip, his piercing shifting slightly from the movement. "Uhm... how'd you know about that? I didn't tell anyone.." you muttered, seeing as you had only ever told the nerdy guy you sat next to at the anime club on Thursdays, Gojo— oh. oh.

His best friend. Of course Suguru would know, since Satoru wasn't able to keep his mouth shut about a single thing.

"How I know, is not important," Suguru hummed to you before giving some random guy passing by his half drunk Pepsi can, flashing a charming smile before turning his attention back to you. "What is important... is the guy you're choosing, and so far I'm not likin' the looks you're giving Kento."

"Yeah, but I don't wanna choose Satoru since he's already dating suk—" you were speaking, before cutting yourself off with a frozen look. Suguru's soft lips pressing gently against your forehead.

"I'm not talking about Satoru. I'm talking about me."

...

You don't even know how you ended up here. In Suguru's bedroom. With a naked Suguru, and a naked you.

A blush kissing your soft cheeks and the tips of your ears, the tip of your nose burning red. Clammy hands, and spread legs as you were overthinking every minuscule detail. Small whined and whimpers slipping past your lips as you wished to keep those embarrassing noises inside.

Suguru grumbled, looking up from between your legs. His hair a mess, his mouth, lips and chin dripping from your slick. "Hey. Eyes on me, and stop hiding your moans..." he trailed off when lowering his head again and suckling on your clit, flicking kitten licks over the sensitive nub, "...you sounds so good."

Needy whines and moans escaped your pursed lips, as you arched your back and dug your hands into his hair, "...S-sugu... mm-mh.."

"fuck yeah, moan for me," a muffled groan came out from between your thighs, drowned out by the lewd and loud suckling and slurping. His hands kneading your hips, keeping you close, while your thighs tightened, keeping his head trapped against your leaking, wet pussy. "More.." you moaned out for him, a little embarrassed.

He let out a wet chuckle from between his erotic groans. "Yeah? Want more?"

He slipped a finger inside your tight little hole, making your hips buck up, and you bite down on your bottom lip from the sensation. Curling it to rub up on your gummy walls, he licked around your folds and pussys lips, before doubling down on his licking at your clit.

A second finger soon slipped inside, making you moan in a loud, lewd tone. Your walls were beginning to quiver, a new sensation taking over your body. "w-wait–"

"shh, just let it happen doll.. fuck, just cum on my tongue.."

You drawled out a moan of his name, eyes squeezing shut and your back arching, pushing out your tits into the air. Nipples pebbled, and a warm, numbing feeling washing down your waist. Warm liquid trickling down your thighs, as Suguru groaned deeply and eagerly suckled up your cum, fingers digging into the plush of your hips.

He pulled away after about a minute, breathless with your cum dripping down his chin and completely coating the lower half of his face. He wiped it with the back of his hand before a lazy smirk took over his lip.

"Didn't know you were such a slut... cumming all over my tongue like that and moaning my name."

"it's embarrassing... don't talk about it," you muttered in the haze of bliss, blushing shyly when Suguru shifted to be on top of you, your thighs spread and wet pussy rubbing against his navel. You could feel his erection, hard and striking brush against your ass when he damn near folded you in half.

"don't talk about it? Are you fucking serious? it's all I can think about right now..." he trailed off, eyes lustfully gazing over the naked you pinned beneath him.

“Do you even realise—” Suguru huffed before grabbing the length of his dick, pre cum dribbling down onto your wet pussy lips. He rubbed the head over your folds, before gently parting your folds to start pushing the thick head of his cock inside your tight, wet hole. “—just how much I’ve wanted you?”

You hiccuped softly, beginning to whine and claw down his back. Bringing him down closer down against you, “h-huh? Whatdda mean..?” You drawled, moaning when the thick head of his sock popped inside your hole. He let out a guttural groan, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “H-hurt… go slow,” you whined softly, feeling the initial pain. Tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Shh.. shh.. I’ll be gentle, baby just—just f-fuck.. don’t squeeze me like that..”

He started to thrust. He was… surprisingly gentle with his hips, knowing exactly how to touch you and tease you without making you burst into tears from the pain. “F-fuckfuckfuck… you’re gonna make me blow my load on the s-spot..!” He groaned before letting out a small needy whine against your neck.

“You s-seriously never noticed? I literally asked for your number on orientation week..!”

You whined against his shoulder, nails digging into his back as you were being fucked dumb, just a floor above one of the loudest parties you’d ever been to. His cock slipping in and out of your walls with ease, the lewd shlicks telling a story between the creaking on the bed. The stretch of having a cock inside you for the first time was… painful, you wouldn’t lie about it.

“W-whennn? I don’t remember—“ you whined between moans and whimpers, before hitching your breath when realising what he was talking about.

His purple eyes, big dorky glasses, black silky hair in a messy bun, and pursed lips as he gave you his phone with trembling hands. Talking about wanting to get your number, and about to introduce himself… before feeling his phone quickly given back to him and seeing you run off into the distance.

You blushed at the memory, knowing why you had ran away.

“I— *hic* I was scareddd.. you were the first guy who asked for my number and I got s-scareddd..” you let out a small needy whine, tightening your arms around his neck and scratching, leaving red lines on his muscular, sweaty back. Moans escaping your lips without control.

His thrusts got faster, deeper, as he cooed and shushed you against your ear. His lips pressing kisses all over your neck, before sucking small purple hickeys. The thick head of his cock pressing against your gummy cervix, the squishy head prodding at it insistently.

Before you felt another orgasm wash through you. Moaning, “S-Sugu..” out against his shoulder with a lewd cry.

His thrusts got wetter, his balls now covered in your slick cum, slapping against your ass. His plunging cock slowly slowing down, even if he didn’t get to cum himself yet. A gentle kiss was pressed against your forehead again, before your eyes met his purple ones that seemed so soft under the moonlight that flickered through the blinds of his window. The room smelled of sex and sweat now, but Suguru wasn’t nearly done with your body.

“…you wanna get my number now, doll?”

You nodded to him, hiccuping softly with a pout when you felt emotions wash over you. The hottest guy in your university had asked you out—and you had run away scared when he did.

“And hey— those friends you told me about? Yeah. Not happening. You hang out with me now.”

It’s as if the man only falls for you more and more every day. Geto’s been with you for roughly two years now and yet you’ve never revealed this sudden… mask kink you clearly have. He likes the Scream franchise just as much as you do and the idea of chasing you around and eventually fucking you in costume definitely excites him.

So there you are; sitting in his lap and pouting, steadily snaking your arms around his neck and pulling yourself in close before you plant a chaste little kiss on his lips.

“C’mon Sugu, I know you’ve thought about it before,” You point out to him in a low purr as your lips depart from his.

The hands that’d been calmly resting on your hips suddenly grow intrigued as they slide up to your waist and give you a soft squeeze, “I really haven’t.” He admits honestly. You can see it all in his eyes that he silently agreed to this the moment you brought out that stupid mask.

At his soft admission, a gleaming smile spreads across your face, “Okayy, well you are now… So is that a yes or what?”

He pretends to think for only a moment longer, glancing off to the side in faux thought before landing those pretty lilac irises back onto you, “Yeah, sure. Tomorrow's Halloween so, we can do it then.” Geto tells you.

And that was all it took. 

Halloween night was here before you even had time to fully prepare for it. The entire day you weren’t able to stop thinking about the moment Geto would walk through the front door, dressed in all black with that overly attractive ghostface mask cloaking his equally beautiful face. 

Your heart was racing in anticipation as the sun began to set outside and the clock ticked closer and closer toward the time of which he would return home from work. You knew he’d be there no more than thirty minutes after and all you could do was wonder how this all would go down.

Clad in only one of his oversized white t-shirts, you distracted yourself by mindlessly scrolling on your phone as you awaited the moment he’d get home. Any second now and you’d hear that lovely security chime go off—

You jump a little in your bed when your thought is cut off by an incoming unknown number. If you weren’t buzzing with excitement before, you damn sure are now because it’s clear your boyfriend is going out of his way to play into this with you. There are practically small hearts in your eyes as you tap that enticing green button on your screen to answer the phone.

Biting back a smile, you’re quick to bring the phone up to your ear, “Hello?”

An almost low-quality distortion to the person’s voice is instantly recognized by you—it wasn’t Suguru’s voice at all, it was that infamous voice changer that spoke to you. “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” A man asks, and you know this line all too well.

Hell, you know the entire dialogue. This is exactly why you sit up in your bed and hold back that smile of yours like your life depended on it. Tilting your head into the phone, you glance around your bedroom, “Who is this?”

“You tell me your name, I’ll tell you mine,” The ‘mystery’ man continues. 

You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from giggling right then and there. Your dark little fantasy was becoming true right before your very eyes and it had a sliver of excitement slipping down your spine. Sliding out from your bed, you take small steps toward the nearby window and glance outside.

Scoffing softly, “I don’t think so.” You quote, straight from the first Scream. You’ve seen the movie enough times to recite the whole thing word for word, even his lines.

It’s a bit off-script how things go from here on out but, that’s the goal.

“Aw, you’re no fun.” He purrs. Even with that damn voice changer, you’d recognize that purr any day. You know this is your boyfriend and that only has your body heating up with each passing second.

Now you’re left to improv a bit. “Think so?” You reply as you pull your bedroom curtains closed and turn away from the window.

“Oh I know so, sweetheart. It’s Halloween night and you’re doing nothing to celebrate.” The man on your phone points out. 

You’re walking out of your room now and taking a careful peek into the dimmed hallway. “And that makes me not fun? What am I supposed to do to celebrate Halloween aside from dressing up and maybe handing out some candy?”

He chuckles. “You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you can figure something else out.”

“Let me guess,” Your brows raise a little, “I should be watching scary movies?”

“That depends. You like scary movies?” There you are, right back onto the script.

“Uhuh,” You hum in response with a slight nod as if he could see you.

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” And there it is, infamous line one of many. You nearly let out a dreamy sigh knowing that it’s nothing but your boyfriend on the other end.

Allowing yourself to smile this time, you trek down your hallway and towards the staircase. “Uhhh, I dunno,” Of course you know, but where’s the fun in saying it so soon?

“You have to have a favorite. What comes to mind?” Every scratchy distorted-pitched word that pours from the man’s mouth has anticipation bubbling within you.

You sigh. “Uhmm, Halloween!” As you recall that answer straight from the movie, you turn to your staircase and allow your eyes to scan the first floor of your home.

Most of the lights are on so it’s not too dark or anything but you really are curious whether or not Geto has made his way inside already.

“Y’know, the one with the guy with the white mask who walks around and stalks babysitters?” You quote flawlessly yet again. You’re such a fanatic for the Scream franchise that you’re loving every single second of this.

“Yeahh,” He purrs again, making your heart involuntarily flutter.

You begin to slowly descend down the flight of stairs, “What’s yours?”

“Guess.” He orders on the other end.

Pausing halfway down, you glance over to your kitchen. The light is still on and everything is exactly the way you left it. “Uhm, Nightmare on Elm Street?” You soon reply.

“Is that the one where the guy had knives for fingers?” The way your boyfriend knows every word to this just as well as you do makes your stomach churn in affection just a bit. 

Your voice turns enthusiastic and you continue your steps down, “Yeah! Freddy Kruger.”

“Freddy, that’s right.” He continues, “I like that movie—it was scary.”

“Well the first one was but the rest sucked.” You’re downstairs now, looking around at the way all the blinds in your home are open. Did you leave them like that for this exact reason? You don’t remember.

“Mhm,” ‘Mystery’ man hums and you swear you can picture the smirk on his face as he utters the next infamous line. “Soo, you got a boyfriend?”

You pull your lower lip into your mouth for a second before smiling, “Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” Now you’re making a right to enter your living room, heading toward your couch placed in the center.

“Maybe. Do you have a boyfriend?” He asks again.

You pause for a second. This literally is your boyfriend so, surely he wants you to play into this question, right?

“No.” You chirp simply.

You can hear the smile on his face even through that stupidly attractive voice changer, “You never told me your name.”

You know what comes after this and you can’t help but begin to look around as you plop down on your couch, “Why do you wanna know my name?” 

It’s silent over the phone for a long couple of seconds

“Cause’ we wanna know who we’re looking at.”

Your heart surprisingly sinks as those words hit your ears. We? That’s not… how that scene goes. He was supposed to say that he wants to know who he’s looking at. There’s no we? Where the hell did he even get that from??

For the first time since you picked up this damn phone and started this whole thing, you’re actually a bit nervous. Chuckling loosely, you try to play it off as your eyes glance around your living room, “What do you mean, ‘we’?” 

There’s a shuffling over the phone for just a moment. Then, you hear that distorted voice again, but the pitch is slightly different. “C’mon, princess. You’ve seen the movies, you should know by now that there’s hardly ever only one killer.” The man says. 

Eyes all over every corner of the house, heart thumping slightly in your chest, you can feel your anxiety rising within. “I… I don’t understand.” You murmur softly.

And then… all the lights go out with a loud noise coming from somewhere outside. If you weren’t shaking in fear before, you damn sure are now. Your eyes go even wider and you move to put your phone on speaker, clicking your flashlight on right after. 

“S-Suguru, this isn’t funny! I like the movies ‘nd all but I’m not the biggest fan of being scared, you know that.” The person(s) on the phone can hear the clear trembling in your voice as you stand up and point your flashlight to whatever area your eyes land on, searching for any signs of anyone.

There’s a snicker over the line. “Oh but this iss funny, sweets.” The tone changed again—it’s still distorted in that famous Ghostface pitch, but it’s not Suguru nor the person who’d said something before. “You look sooo scared right now.”

Aw hell, that lets you know he (or they) can see you right now. Which is just great considering you can’t see shit aside from darkness and the few areas of your house that your light lands on. You’re scared to leave the living room but… you’re also terrified of staying right where you are. You don’t know how many Ghostface’s are in your house right now and you don’t know what the hell Suguru has planned for you tonight.

“Stop playing around! Turn the lights back on and quit this scary shit, Suguru.” You huff out into the call, taking one step to your right and hearing the floor creak below your foot.

The house is eerily quiet—which is ridiculously concerning considering how he-, they can see you but you can’t see them at the moment. How the hell are they talking to you without you hearing them? They are in your house now, right??

“You said you wanted to get fucked by Ghostface, baby.” The voice returns, as does that natural purr, letting you know it’s Geto talking once more. “You never said how many…”

You slowly walk around your couch and shift your flashlight toward the blinds, trying to get a look outside your windows. “Are you serious? That sounds insane. How many of you are there?!” Your gaze flicks toward the nearby staircase and you only scare yourself as your eyes get lost in the darkness of your home.

Geto’s still talking, “Including me, there’s three of us. How does that sound, hm? I’m obviously not gonna make you do anything you don’t want to but, you do know who we all are.”

You swallow thickly. “Do I?” This time your words leave in a whisper and you swear you hear a shuffling coming from upstairs.

Lord knows you’re scared out of your mind right now. But, it is comforting to know that whatever this is, your boyfriend is in control of it all. You trust him more than anything, so there’s no real reason to be scared… right? 

“Mhm. So how ‘bout we play a game?” Your boyfriend requests, and the sound of him smiling again is heard through his tone.

You stop walking entirely and your eyes are fixated upstairs as you flash your light up there. “Okay Jigsaw.” You snort, “What… What kind of game, huh?”

He sighs, almost sounding as though he were sitting back against something. “The one you and I were going to play. Y’know, you run around ‘n hide but if I find you, I fuck you. Let’s continue that but… with two others.”

“Suguru, you’re gonna let two other guys fuck me?” You’re beyond baffled by this whole thing. Never in a million years would you have expected this from your boyfriend. This is the same man who got mad a while ago for the way some guy who was all flirty with you at a restaurant…

Geto hums deeply, “S’long as you’re okay with it and they find you before I do, yeahh.”

“I didn’t know you were into that…” You reply, moving a hand to tug his shirt further down your body. Knowing that there was more than just him in the area right now made you a bit self-conscious.

“Didn’t know you were into masks but the Ghostface thing really does it for ya’, huh?” Suguru snaps back with that sass you know and love.

“I mean…” You shrug, “Yeah.”

“Right. So then, the game is simple. You try to hide and whoever finds you first; fucks you.”

“That’s it?”

“Oh, nooo. There’s more to this baby…” You swear you hear a creak upstairs—coming from somewhere down the left end of the hallway. It gives you the chills as Geto continues. “See, I know how loud you are when you cum so… tonight, I want you to be nice and quiet.”

You gulp, “What happens if I’m not?”

“Another one of us will find you.”

“Oh—“

“…And join in.” He steadily adds on with an amused smile on his face that you obviously can’t see right now.

Your heart races at the thought alone. “Oh.”

Just for extra consent, Geto tilts his head against the phone, “That alright with you?”

“Yes… but, wait do I still have to be quiet even if there ends up being two of you guys fucking me…?” You lean to the side a bit and aim your light toward the direction you heard the creak, spotting no one and no signs of life whatsoever.

“Yep.” Geto replies with a teasing pop of the ‘p’.

“But—“

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do fine. After all,” The voice changer clicks off and Suguru’s tone is nice and clear with you, “Y’know whose cock you’re supposed t’get loud on.”

You feel yourself throb at the sound of his voice without that stupid filter, puffing out a little sigh in reaction to his lewd words. 

“Oh, and by the way…”

“Huh?”

The voice changer clicks on one last time and he chuckles. “They’re already in the house.”

——

Okay, you knew Halloween was one of Suguru’s favorite holidays but shit you didn’t expect him to go all out like this.

Not one, not two, but three Ghostfaces in your home searching for you right now? You’re lucky the house is big and there are plenty of places to hide but fuck is your anxiety through the goddamn roof as you sit in the empty tub of your first-floor bathroom. The door is shut but not locked and you’ve got the tub curtain pulled closed, just in case one of them does happen to stroll in.

Obviously, this wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world but you wanted them to eventually find you. You were scared in the beginning because of how unexpected this was but now you’re just as excited as you were when you first received that infamous phone call and recited all the lines with your boyfriend.

As soon as the call had ended, you clicked your flashlight off and snuck around in search of a hiding place—which is roughly how you ended up where you are now…

Now you’re left wondering who would find you first. Well, that and who the hell is under two of those masks. You suspect one of them is Gojo Satoru since that’s your boyfriend’s best friend but the other guy… you’re not too sure. Geto said you knew him but that still doesn’t help much.

Your boyfriend has a lot of friends that you know. Which one does he trust enough to let them have their way with you??

After maybe fifteen minutes of sitting in the tub, you start hearing someone outside the bathroom door. Footsteps shuffle by and you can tell the person went off into your kitchen. Then you hear the sounds of doors and cabinets opening, all of which make your breath hitch.

It’s so nerve-wracking and exciting waiting for someone to swing open the bathroom door. The footsteps soon pass it again and you let out the faintest sigh.

…Only to hear those steps halt not too far off from the door. Then, they turn and your body stiffens up entirely as each thump against the hardwood floor draws closer and closer to the door. You can’t see it because of the shower curtains but, there’s a shadow at the bathroom door.

Then you hear a small clinking sound, followed by a very soft… thump? Almost as if someone were leaning against the bathroom door to listen.

It was so scarily exciting that you had to move a hand over your mouth to keep yourself as silent as possible. After which, it’s all so very motionless.

There’s no sound, safe for someone walking around upstairs, and you just know someone’s outside the bathroom door right now. Your heart sinks into your ass the moment you hear that doorknob turning torturously slow until it’s lightly pushed open. 

Then, there are but two soft steps taken inside and you don’t hear it but the door is closed behind whoever just entered.

They could be coming in to just use the bathroom… riiiight?

That’s extremely naive of you to think but a girl can only hope. Another step is taken deeper into the bathroom and that soft clinking sound you heard before is getting louder. It’s faint, almost like… jewelry or… necklaces slapping against one another gently. Jewelry… Necklaces… Which one of Geto’s friends do you know wears a lot of jewelry...? C’mon, think.

Necklaces… rings maybe… piercings—

The very second it clicks in your brain who this might be, you practically flinch right out of your skin as you spot a knife slowly moving to slide the bathtub curtain open. As the curtain is pulled open, you’re met with the tilted head of someone in a Ghostface costume.

Your eyes are all wide on them and you genuinely have no idea where on your body this guy is looking but the mask is actually quite scary when it’s all dark and neither of you is making any sudden movements.

His head slowly angles to the opposing direction, just like Ghostface often does in the movies, and you gulp loudly. The curtain is pinned to the wall by the knife in his hand and you think you’re sweating.

“Scared?” His voice is deep. Familiarly deep. It quickly confirms your suspicions of who’s face may be lying beneath that iconic mask.

With your eyes all frantic along what’s covering his face, noticing the bits of blood and cracks decorating it, you swallow thickly yet again. “Choso?” Your voice is hardly above a whisper and the air feels so heavy with tension.

His hand moves away from the wall and the knife, which you hope is fake, is placed on the edge of the tub with a soft tapping noise emitting into the still air. Then he takes that same hand and lifts it to pull his mask up to the right side of his face, revealing his expression to you as he crouches down to your eye level. You quickly feel your fear die off and it’s replaced with… something else as you study his face. There’s fake blood splattered on his skin, makeup extending the tattoo along the bridge of his nose, and piercings that stand out against his facial features.

“The tub, really?” He whispers to you, chuckling softly and flashing this kind smile at you that makes you feel overly warm inside. “S’this the best you could do? Y’know if I was a real killer you’d be dead right now, right?” Choso teases, all of his words kept in a low voice.

You roll your eyes and shift against the cold tub flooring, “I wouldn’t have hid in here if you guys were real killers, I’m not dumb.”

His lips curve into this sexy yet lazy smirk and you can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. You had a thing for Choso way back before you started dating Geto and it seems as though your body hasn’t forgotten why. “Yeahh?” Choso chastises with another tilt of his head, “Think you would be the final girl?”

Leaning forward a bit, you nod. “No, I know I would.”

Choso lets out a hum before biting his lower lip for a moment. Then, he lets it fall from in between his teeth and you think you’re in a trance. “Oh she’s cocky, huh?” He teases.

You smile at him and then push up to stand on your knees. Leaning all the way forward, you slowly reach for the knife and take it into your hands. Then you move to hold the tip of it right underneath his jaw and the sound of his breath hitching hits your ears just right. 

You openly stare at his lips and watch the way his smirk slowly transcends into a full cocky smile. “Y’know that’s not fake, right?” Choso hushes out to you.

The knife is carefully caressing his skin as you trace it up slightly to his chin, “It’s not?” You ask innocently, placing your free hand on the edge of the tub and watching how he slowly moves to sit on his knees so that he’s looking up at you.

His face is all pretty from this angle, big brown doe-eyes batting up at you so softly, such a pretty face of dark innocence presented before you. Who’s really the ‘victim’ here—you or him?

“Nah,” Choso whispers, “That’s a real knife.”

“Why would you carry around a real knife?” You ask in an equally soft tone as your brows twist up in confusion.

He shrugs. “Honestly, I was gonna ask if you were into a bit of knife play…” 

His words make your mind stray away from the situation at hand. Your imagination is quick to push out ideas and all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred with this knife of his had you not looked so scared when he first saw you…

“Are you?” The question in return makes Choso’s gaze flicker into something way more lustful than it was moments before.

He scoffs, “Am I? Why would I ask you about it if I wasn’t.”

“So… What, you wanna cut my clothes off of somethin’?” You ask carefully, steadily slipping the tip of the knife along his jawline.

Choso just barely nods his head in response.

“Y’know it’s funny you say that and yet you’re the one on your knees with a knife held up to your chin right now.” You point out with an all-knowing grin plastered all over your face.

Choso bites back a laugh. It’s cute that you think you have the upper hand here. “You and I both know that could easily change in a matter of seconds.” He claims.

And y’know, maybe it’s because you found yourself turned on by this whole game or maybe it’s simply because you wanted to fuck Choso but either way—you do not shy away from testing that theory. All you said was a simple ‘prove it’ and you found yourself in quite the position moments later.

It was one thing that Choso managed to easily gain a hold of the knife once more but it was another thing entirely that he was able to swiftly and quietly get you out of the tub and into his arms. All without even so much as grazing you with that sharp weapon too.

It was almost impressive, in all honesty.

Somewhere in the mix of all that, he ends up placing the knife down and soon has you sitting on the bathroom counter. Well, had you sitting on the bathroom counter—it quickly becomes a lot more than simply that.

Choso used that lil’ knife of his to cut down the center of your (Geto’s) shirt and was quick to have you all exposed to his overly greedy eyes. You were wearing nothing more than this lacy black set beneath that oversized shirt so it wasn’t much to get you unclothed.

One second he was cutting your shirt open and the next his lips were on yours. Then his pierced tongue was in your mouth and your arms were around his neck, tugging him closer to you and feeling his hard cock poking you through the thick layers of black clothes between you and him.

Which is exactly what led to the way you are currently.

Choso now has your legs spread wide open for him and his clothes are hardly even off, safe for the black cloak-like jacket that slipped off of his shoulders and the way his pants have been tugged down. He’s got on this black compression shirt and you spot the layered chains/necklaces hanging from around his throat that you heard earlier. Now leaning back slightly against the mirror behind you with your eyes set down between the two of you, you’re left watching the mean slap of Choso’s leaky cockhead against your clit. 

“Cho,” You whispered out pleadingly. He’d been doing this for the longest—tapping his thick cock against your clit and then rubbing it from side to side against you, feeling the way you leak onto the counter below and hearing those faint whines escaping your throat.

Then he has the nerve to have the sluttiest expression on his half-revealed face, eyes all low-lidded and glued to your exposed pussy, bottom lip locked in between his teeth as he holds back his own breathy sounds of pleasure, and brows all tense as if he’s not the one torturing the two of you like this. “Shiiiit,” Choso rasps out, sliding his cock down slowly and pressing his fat tip against your weeping hole. “Suguru was right, this pussy is s’fuckin’ loud ‘n messy…” He breathes.

Your lips are all parted and all you can do is pant softly as he lifts his tip away and then slaps it against your cunt again, listening to the shlick tapping sound that comes from your sex.

Almost in a daze, he glides his cock up and down your wet folds, “Look at herrr,” Choso purrs, “All wet f’me. Can’t believe he’s lettin’ us fuck you.” His hips push forward a bit and you feel the way his heavy shaft glides against your cunt instead of inside like you so desperately want him to.

You have to suppress the needy whine that threatens to escape your throat, holding one hand slightly over your mouth. “Choso, please.” You whisper beneath your palm.

He pulls his hips back and angles his tip back down to your entrance, pushing forward ever so slightly and teasing that tight ring of muscle, not trying to really push himself into you at all. “What is it, princess?” Choso taunts, smirking as he lifts his eyes up to your face, “Want me to fuck you?”

You throb at his words, nodding as if a second longer would have you pronounced dead. “Please,” You whine, trying your best to wiggle your hips forward.

Choso leans forward and moves his lips right up your ear, his breath all warm and tickly against your skin. “Yeah? Y’want my cock inside you that badly?” He says with another faint push of his hips. Every word that leaves his lips has you dripping all over him.

It’s not until you move your hand away from your mouth and place it on the counter space behind you, and whisper, “Yes Choso, just put it all the way in already, I’m losing my fuckin’ m-mind…” Your last word leaves a little shaky due to the way he suddenly moves a hand over your lips.

Pressing his palm against your mouth, you grow confused until you look over to the bottom of the bathroom door and see a shadow moving by. Yet another Ghostface was nearby.

Choso, not yet wanting to ruin his alone time with you, presses his lips further against your ear, and his other hand grips your thigh tightly. “M’not ready t’share you yet so, be really fuckin’ quiet f’me, alright?” His warning confused you for half a second before you felt him roll his hips forward with a sharp snap at the end, stuffing you full with every hard inch of his cock in one go.

Your eyes tear up and your mouth hangs open under his hand, a strangled moan escaping your throat. Choso’s dick is so stupidly big, reminding you of your boyfriend in more ways than one. Unlike Geto though, Choso’s got this ruthless right curve and just drags against your sweet spot with every small movement he makes, the rest of his cock felt throbbing and twitching wildly against your sodden walls.

He lets out a choked grunt against your ear and you can feel him humping his cock deeper inside you with these small maddening little thrusts. “Does he even fuck you? S-Shiiit…” Choso lets his thoughts be vocalized against the crown of your ear and you only squeeze around his girthy shaft. “S’fuckin’ tight.. God-, fu-uck…” His voice has this pretty lil’ crack at the end that makes you soak his cock even more, sloppy juices leaking all out from where the two of you are connected.

Choso has to tug his hips back a bit and he completely forgets that he recently heard someone walking by the bathroom as he mindlessly thrusts right back into you. Your eyes meet the back of your skull and you groan into his palm. The wet gurgles and squelches from your pussy are what draws attention to the bathroom, if any.

Which is something you can’t even control, especially not with the way Choso goes from short grunts in your ear to moaning delightedly against your skin and fucking his thick cock into your sinfully warm cunt. Deep and almost passionate strokes are made into you and he can’t help but rid his hand from your mouth at some point. Moving it back to your thighs, he sprawls your legs out even wider so his cock can dig deeper into you.

With your jaw still hanging open, the sounds of him fucking you against the counter slowly grow louder and louder. You’re trying not to moan but it’s so hard with him—Choso knows how to use his cock all too well and his eyes are studying your face so he knows where exactly he should be thrusting. Just the slightest shift of his hips causes drool to leak from the corner of your lips and that makes him flash this fucked-out little smile.

Choso leans up closer and his body sandwiches against yours for a moment. You swear you can feel his angry cockhead prodding at your guts because fuck is he in there deep. Not to mention how orgasmic it is to feel him drag his pierced tongue against your chin, lapping up the mess of drool from your face before shoving the muscle into your mouth and forcing you to suck on it.

That leaves your moaning drowned out for a bit and Choso takes the opportunity to pound himself into you like a damn madman. Your legs quickly begin to feel like jello in his hands and you couldn’t even focus on sucking on his tongue anymore. Then, he pulls his mouth away, just barely, and the two of you are staring deep into each other’s eyes as his pace gets faster. His hips are so sharp against you and you can feel his weighty balls slapping against your ass with every mean and pronounced thrust.

Your breath mingles with one another and you’re both so fucked out that you don’t even realize you’re a lot louder now until you spot the bathroom door cracking open in your peripherals. It barely makes a sound as it’s pushed open slightly and all you see is yet another person wearing a Ghostface mask—the sight alone and the clear eye contact you make with them leading straight to your orgasm.

The second Ghostface stands motionless, doing nothing more than watching the blissful way your eyes lull to the back of your head and you release this sweet moan of Choso’s name. Choso, oblivious to being watched right now, is so close to emptying himself inside you.

“F-Fuck,” He huffs, tipping his head back and looking up to the ceiling for a moment. “So tight… I’m gonna c-cum if you keep squeezin’ me like that.” His voice fluctuates here and there but by the time your eyes roll back into place, the bathroom door is shut and that second Ghostface is now standing right behind Choso.

You flinch and Choso chokes out a grunt at how tightly you just clenched around his cock. The second Ghostface is slow to lift his mask up a bit, only revealing his mouth with this recognizable snake bite piercing that has your cunt gripping onto Choso even tighter. Then, the man leans to Choso’s ear and practically scares him into cumming inside you.

“What do we have here, hm?” Gojo whispers, making Choso’s hips stutter against you. He then reaches a gloved hand around Choso and your neglected clit is met with his thumb swatting over it, “Can’t believe you found her first. S’not fair…” Gojo hums softly with a slight pout.

You have this dumbfounded look all over your face and you may be fucked out of your mind but you swear Choso’s cock is almost harder inside you. The two of you curse in unison as Gojo rotates his thumb against your clit in a sensual circle motion, making you clench again and Choso rolls his gaze back—only the whites of his eyes visible to you.

“K-Keep rubbin’ her like that,” Choso pants with a soft moan. “She’s so fucking tight… I’m gonna die in here, s-shit.” He curses dramatically.

Gojo flicks his thumb upwards against your clit with a nasty trickle of your slick oozing out onto Choso’s cock. “You’re not gonna die, Cho,” He says in a chastising tone with a smile on his face, taking his free hand to pull his mask further up so that you can see his eyes. 

You watch the way Gojo looks over Choso’s shoulder and stares at Choso’s lengthy cock disappearing in and out of your slobbering pussy. Gojo feels his own dick throb against his pants, pressing himself a bit closer to Choso and moving to talk into his ear. “I mean look at her,” Gojo directs, leading to Choso focusing his hazy gaze onto your face. “You’re already fucking her to tears, you’re not gonna die, heh. You’re fuckin’ her good.”

That last praise is what causes Choso to slump forward against you and roll his hips harshly against you—followed by which is a thick spurt of cum as he finishes inside you with a broken groan pouring from his lips. All as Gojo keeps his thumb on your clit, despite his hand getting squished in between you and Choso’s body. 

Then Gojo smirks and leans in toward Choso again, “There ya’ go, good boy. Let it all out inside her. Jus’ like that…” 

You don’t think you’ve ever been this… ruined before in your life. Watching Gojo tease and praise Choso like that while you were still being fucked and your clit was being stimulated led to you abruptly squirting. Choso’s cock slips right out of you and Gojo removes his hand just so that both of them could watch you let out that filthy lil’ stream.

Choso’s completely out of it as he watches your pussy spasm wildly. “Holy…” He whispers, hardly able to finish the rest of his statement.

Gojo clicks his tongue, “Suguru didn’t tell us you were a squirter. Or, has he never made you do that before?” He asks, slowly lifting his eyes up to your face.

You look like you’re about to pass out, your body all sweaty as you lean back against the mirror again and pant heavily. “He… hah, f-fuck, h-he has.” You squeak out softly.

Gojo hums before looking back down, allowing Choso to step (stumble) back slightly past him so he can catch his breath. Then, once Choso is completely out of the way and the space between your legs is left vacant—Gojo lets out an alarming chuckle.

He watches the way Choso’s cum dribbles out of your overstimulated cunt, glob after glob leaking out so prettily that Gojo can’t help but crouch down to get a closer look. Your eyes lazily follow his snowy head of hair and watch as his face is repositioned in between your spread legs. He moves his gloved thumb to your pussy lips and sloshes that mix of you and Choso’s cum around against you. 

Then, Gojo flicks his gaze up to you and you gulp. He looks you dead in the eyes before spreading your lips further apart with his thumb and leaning forward. Your jaw drops in shock as Gojo cups his mouth against your pussy and suckles the mess from Choso into his mouth.

You whine, “S-Satoru—oh, w-wait,” You’re left gasping as you shoot a hand down to his hair and grip him tightly.

Gojo groans deeply and you feel his tongue lap against your saturated cunt leisurely. Moving up and down in a sloppy filthy manner, your legs are trembling while Gojo cleans you up casually. 

Choso’s sitting on the nearby toilet seat now, batting his lashes at Gojos actions in shock. “Satoru you… you know I just—“

“Mhmm,” Gojo mumbles into your pussy, pulling his lips back just barely to allow a cool slap of air to hit you. Then, he swallows. “You both taste really,” Gojo leans back in to kiss your cunt, “Mmph… fuckin’ sweet.” He murmurs against you before slithering his tongue inside you.

Your back arches and your legs move to close around his head as your fingers tug desperately on his locks of hair. “S’toru,” You mumble, “Fuck. Please… mgh, n-needa’ break. I-I can’t—“

Gojo tilts his head and smiles into your honeyed slick, “Sweetheart,” He rasps against you, suckling on your taste for a moment longer before pulling off with a wet pop! “I jus’ got here ‘n you want a break from me already?” He says, pushing out his bottom lip to pout. “That’s so mean.”

Before you even get the chance to argue with that, he’s diving right back in and eating you out like a man staved. Sucking, licking, kissing, spitting—Gojo’s between your legs in some kind of trance as he drools all over his current meal. He’s such a messy eater too, his actions quickly leading to the lower half of his face being coated with remnants of you.

After a bit, Choso seems to have collected himself and he’s soon standing up. His pants have been hastily pulled up and you’re too lost in the overstimulation Gojo’s giving you to realize Choso is approaching you too. When your eyes lift, you see Choso with his Ghostface mask back over his face and his phone held in his right hand.

Cocking his head to the side, he looms closer to Gojo and sneaks a, now gloved, hand into his bright white tufts of hair, prying his mouth away from your cunt with a harsh tug. You watch with teary eyes as Choso holds his phone up to Gojo’s face, and hums out a low, “Smile.” With the voice changer turned on.

Gojo sparks a toothy grin and his expression is all high in pleasure. He looks faded out of his mind, simply off of eating you out alone. The flash from Choso’s phone lights up the bathroom and within the picture he just took, only your legs are visible dangling over Gojo’s shoulders. They’d just recreated that infamous photo you see around this time of year all over your socials. Usually, the victim would be laid out stomach first on the floor and Ghostface would tug their head up by their hair but, this definitely works too.

“Atta’ boy,” Choso praises after he’s taken the desired amount of pictures. 

Gojo looks up to you and he’s pretty sure he can see little hearts in your eyes as you glance back and forth between him and Choso. “You don’t mind, do ya’? We wanna have somethin’ to remember this by,” He tells you.

You simply shake your head no and both of the men in front of you smile. Choso then nods his head a little before using his grasp on Gojo’s hair to shove him back down in between your legs—earning a surprised hum from your throat and a muffled groan from Gojo’s. 

Despite the little Surprise, Gojo gets back to work with his mouth and you end up leaning forward a bit in surprise. Choso moves over to the side a bit and he feels you drop a hand to Gojo’s head to give him a light push away so he can ease up on you. In contrast to this, Choso steals your attention by wrapping a free hand of his around your throat. Your eyes shoot up to him and you’re met with the eyes of Ghostface since he’s got the mask back on.

Purposefully, he does that head tilt again. So slowly does it tip to the side as Gojo’s teeth graze your clit, causing you to let out a pleasureful yelp. “Fuck!” You gasp, to which Choso removes his hand from Gojo’s hair.

Creeping up along your body, Choso grabs a greedy handful of your breast before leaning in. “That was loud, princess. You’re gonna get us all caught,” He snickers to you.

Your bottom lip quivers and you think the sight of it makes Choso feel bad. He takes his hand off of your tits for just a second to pull his mask up and then returns his gasp. Both of you have the same idea in mind but it’s you that reaches for him this time, tugging him in so that his lips can meet yours again.

And then it’s just sloppy from there on out. Anyone with ears could walk past that bathroom, or anywhere down stairs for that matter, and hear the sliding of lips over one another followed by gurgled gasps and barely muffed goans. Choso’s making out with you while he plays with your tits in his hands and Gojo’s still lost in between your legs.

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire and your head is beginning to spin from how good you feel everywhere. It only gets worse when the two start muttering praises out to you.

Dragging his lips down to your chest, Choso hushes out these elated whispers, “C’mon pretty girl, don’t tap out on us jus’ yet.”

Then there’s Gojo who moves to suck on your inner thigh. “Yeahh, don’t tap out. Let us make you feel good, baby.” He hums into your skin.

The counter beneath your ass is a slippery wet mess just like the bottom of Gojo's face and all the way down his neck with the way he let your juices trickle along his skin as he ate. All three of you get a little lost in the moment for quite some time. So much that you all seem to forget there’s supposed to be a third Ghostface.

Who, unknowingly, ends up silently opening the bathroom door and catching the way his two friends have his girlfriend all spread out ‘n ruined like some slut. Geto swore he almost came in his pants at the sight alone. You don’t seem to notice he’s standing there and you’re the only one facing him. His eyes are all over your wet expression, watching and listening to you moan two other guy’s names.

He didn’t even want to say anything. Geto just wanted to remain where he was and watch because lord knows if he joins in he won’t last longer than a few seconds. So, he does exactly that—going completely unnoticed there for a while. 

Up until Gojo pulls his mouth off of you for a second. He looks up to see Choso decorating your chest in hot kisses and wet hickies, the two of you constantly making eye contact with one another before he moves his lips to yours again. Fuck just watching you two was hot. So hot that it makes Gojo wonder where the hell his best friend is at and why he’s missing out on all this.

Which is what leads to him turning around to glance back at the bathroom entrance, quickly spotting Geto standing there leaning against the door frame. Well, shit. It’s in that moment that Gojo realizes he sees the appeal in the whole Ghostface thing because fuck is his best friend just as hot as everything and everyone else in this damn room.

After Gojo, you’re the next person to realize your boyfriend is now present, and then Choso seconds later. Each of you have this face as if you’d been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to but that little detail is irrelevant given how Geto could care less about how he was the last to find you. And sure, he may have watched you run into the bathroom earlier and could’ve gone in there to scare you a while ago but, watching Choso and Gojo eventually find you and then listening to them interact with you from outside the bathroom was far more entertaining.

—

So, one thing led to another and…

You find yourself laid out in your bed all over again, this time accompanied with three men. Geto was the first to get himself situated—seating himself not too far away from the bed and telling you to “put on a show for him”.

By this point, who were you to even question him? If Gojo and Choso were leading things before, they damn sure aren’t now because it’s you who’s ordering them around and letting them know where you want them. Starting with you on all fours, showing off that arch that Geto has had you perfect over the years. Then your legs part slowly and Gojo’s behind you in a trance as he watches you move a hand to spread your cunt open for him.

“You spoil us, sweetheart,” Gojo rasps in a low pitch, voice slightly hoarse from how long he’d gone without talking earlier. 

You wanted to focus on him some more but a pair of fingers are placed on your chin and your face is quickly redirected to the second man of need. The moment your head turns, you’re met with Choso’s fat cockhead right in front of your face. Batting your lashes, you’re slow to look all the way up to him and see the way he’s smirking down at you.

“‘Could get off on that look alone, y’know.” Choso comments deeply in reference to your wide glossed over eyes and how close his tip is to your lips.

Gojo’s behind you frowning at the way Choso stole your attention yet again. In an attempt to, at least, have your mind on him once more, Gojo simply pushes his hips forward and eyes the sloppy part of your pussy spread against his pink tip. He hears it, Choso hears it, they all hear the way you gasp softly. It’s like they’re all hyper aware of every sound or slight movement you make.

Immediately after, your hips are wiggling back and Gojo’s quick to palm the fats of your ass. “Finally givin’ me some attention now, huh?” He quips.

You pull away from Choso’s touch just to look back at Gojo. “Suguru should’ve told you guys, I hate bein’ teased.” The way you force yourself back on him not even a second after that last word is leaving your lips has Gojo’s jaw falling and his fingers curling into your skin.

“W-Woah sweets, you could’ve warned me f-first…” He stammers, eyes dropping down to your greedy cunt swallowing up his lengthy inches of cock like it’s nothing. Gojo had to bite back a whine as he listened to the syrupy squelches that came with each backward push of your hips. “Fuuck, don’t stop. Give it t’me, baby.”

Gojo doesn’t even have to move yet and you’re already letting off a shaky moan, driving your hips back carefully and feeling him fill up every inch of your cunt. He’s all dazed while he watches his aching cock delve deep inside you, inch by inch—you take him like you were fuckin’ made for him. 

The man is just dazed. He understands why Choso said he was gonna die earlier becuase fuckin’ hell he’s not even all the way in yet and you’re already clamping around his veiny shaft with no intention of ever letting go. And the goddamn arch you have, they way your ass looks all pretty backing up against him—

Gojo’s thrusting forward before he even realizes he is and his hands slide up to your hips to hold you nice ‘n steady. Your legs shake and your jaw mirrors his with the way it just hangs open. Then there’s your eyes and the way they roll back, a delicious moan exiting from deep within your throat.

He definately fucks you harder than Choso was earlier because you can feel his cock everywhere—he has you so stupidly full and dumb on his dick within seconds, landing a mean hand down onto your ass amid his thrusts.

“Ohh fuck, Suguru y’had this pussy all to yourself all this time?” Gojo grunts. “…S-Selfish bastard.”

Gojo’s hands are arguably slimmer than your boyfriends but his grip on you is just the same. Hence why you can’t do anything as he tugs you back to meet his rough pounding. Hell, all you’re left with is a brain full of nothing as your head turns to face forwards and you unconsciously look up at a stunned Choso.

His hand is wrapped around his cock and despite being right in front of your face, he’s definitely jerking off to they way Gojo’s fucking you (or maybe just to Gojo himself, who knows). When Choso does look down, you see his brows twist up and his lips part.

Your mouth is already hanging open so clearly you’re silently offering to help him, right? Which is why he angles himself toward your gape mouth and grunts, “Open up f’me pretty girl, nice ‘n wide…”

And you do, widening your mouth for him to slide his cock in steadily. Choso hisses at the sensation, the underside of his cock gliding down the center of your slobbering wet tongue so lewdly that it makes his teeth grind together. God, if you weren’t every bit of perfect like this. He watches the way his dick fills your mouth and feels how ridiculously tight your throat is as he eases his hips forward.

Almost in unison, Gojo and Choso and up tossing their heads back—one letting out a guttural groan and the other releasing a sweet moan. You’re soaked just about everywhere. Your pussy is sobbing and dripping around Gojo’s cock and your mouth is hardly any better with the way drool is dribbling down from your chin and onto the bed.

All as your boyfriend is losing his ever loving mind. 

Geto came twice in his hand already and yet he’s still bucking his hips up into his fist. He’s never been this hard in his life. Something about watching you get absolutely ravaged by his two friends just make his dick throb in ways he cannot explain. You look perfect too, so damn angelic despite the rather sinful situation you’re in. There’s a creamy mess of cum slicked up and down Geto’s length from the thick tip to his base.

You’re busy getting fucked to tears (again) by Gojo and Choso, one of which has a heavy hand on your head encouraging your throat further around his curved cock and the other keep’s snapping his hips against your ass with his weighty balls grazing your clit every now and then. 

You’re all so screwed. This is like something straight out of a damn porno and yet you didn’t care. Hell, you could hardly fathom enough thoughts at the moment to care.

And of course all three of them are just babbling all sorts of things to you, teasing you, taunting you, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Gojo’s back there spreading your ass apart and watching how wet you’ve gotten his dick, smiling sinfully at the sight. “Look at this pretty girl,” He grunts, “Takin’ my cock so. fucking. well. ungh.”

Then there’s Choso, nodding along as if he agrees with Gojo’s groaned words. His fingers are buried into your hair and by this point he’s fucking your face at the same rate Gojo’s fucking your cunt. “Her throat’s even better—shit. Y’should see how her lips look wrapped around me right now. Especially when I get,” Choso pauses just to give his hips one tortuously slow push, making you deepthroat his angry cockhead. “Right here, f-fuck.”

Again, Geto’s on the side just losing himself at the moment. You make the mistake of glancing over at him and his eyes lock with yours. Geto’s bottom lip is quivering and you watch his hand jerk himself off faster, his legs shifting open and closed as he overstimulates himself. Some nerve you had to look at him as if you don’t have two cocks inside you right now.

“M’gonna cum,” Geto’s muttering to himself over and over in some fucked-out little mantra. 

Watching his head toss back and the way his Adam's apple bobs up and down is probably one of the sexiest sights. The Ghostface mask is all pulled up and his hair is splayed out in a mess of strands.

You end up gagging around Choso when Gojo hits your sweet spot for the sixth time in a row, your fingernails clawing against the sheets below. That’s all it takes for Choso to pull out and come undone all over your face without warning. In his defense, he wasn’t expecting your throat to tighten around him like that so suddenly…

Geto’s not too far behind, cumming in thick ropes with a sexy groan of your name leaving his lips—a sight you barely get to see because then Gojo’s leaning over you and your torso is suddenly pressed down against the bed for a moment. Then, you’re tugged up by a harsh grasp of your hair and Gojo’s fucking you even rougher than he was before, pressing his lips right against your ear.

“Fuckin’ slut,” He degrades so suddenly, wraping a free hand around your waist just to swat a finger over your clit again. “Look at this mess,” Oh, he’s just mean all of a sudden. Gojo lets go of your hair and turns your face toward him, leaning in and… licking the remnants of Choso’s release off of your face, again.

Your breath hitches and you wish you could have said something snarky but then you’re shoved right back down onto the bed. Gojo shifts his gaze to Choso, who flinches at the sudden eye contact, and then motions for him to come closer.

Once he does, Gojo grabs him by the jaw and pulls him in. “Open your mouth,” He breathes out hotly.

Choso bats his lashes at the man but doesn’t hesitate, parting his lips and taking the extra step as to sticking his tongue out. Gojo spits right onto the center of it and then smirks, “Good boy, now swallow it ‘n taste yourself f’me.” 

It’s right about then that you release for the nth time of the night, followed by you squirting again due to the exchange you just heard between those two men. Then, as you wait for the stars in your vision to clear out, you hear Choso gulp loudly.

Half-way smiling to himself, Choso scoffs. “Guess you were right… I do taste pretty sweet.”

OCT 1: Masturbation OCT 3: Dry humping OCT 4: Cunninglingus OCT 6: Handjobs OCT 8: Blowjobs OCT 10: Pegging OCT 11: Squirting OCT 13: Corruption Kink OCT 15: Threesome OCT 17: Edging OCT 18: Fisting OCT 20: Double Penetration OCT 22: Sex Toys OCT 24: Cockwarming OCT 25: Period Sex OCT 27: Aphrodisiac OCT 29: Collaring & Leashes OCT 31: Gangbang

　NOTE. 𓍢ִ໋ ִֶָ ִֶָ Husband!Dick Grayson save me! save me! I hope anon who req this will like it! sorry it took long:(

You fake a cough into the blanket and turn your head to the side with a pout and a squint because you’re hoping he’ll take the bait. Morning light spills through the room warm and soft, so you let out a pitiful sigh like you’re about to collapse. “Think I’m too sick to get out of bed,” you mumble and you drag the words out while you wait for him to look away from his phone. He glances over with his brows raised and his voice low and amused. “Really? That’s the excuse?” He leans against the headboard while still scrolling and his hand drifts to your thigh under the sheets like it belongs there. You sniff louder and add another cough for effect. “Can’t go to work today, Dickkk. Come on… Doctor’s orders.” His hand squeezes your thigh and slides higher while the corner of his mouth tips up. “Funny. The only time you’re ever ‘sick’ is on Sunday when I’ve got early paperwork at the precinct.” His gaze trails from your face down to your bare legs sticking out beneath his shirt. “And last I checked, sick people don’t wear their husband’s shirt with nothing under it.”

Heat creeps up your cheeks but you still pout as you yank the blanket higher to cover yourself. “I just like your shirts.” That finally makes him put his phone down. He turns to face you with his palm tracing the curve of your waist in a slow line of warmth. “Uh huh. Or maybe I just know you too well. You’re trying to keep me home, aren’t you?” Your lips twitch but you keep up the act. “Is it working?” He leans in to kiss your forehead and his laugh is soft against your skin. “You’re ridiculous. But yeah… It’s working.” You stayed under the blanket stubbornly and were happy that your little act was going according to your plan. His mouth pressed a soft laugh against your temple before pushing away the blanket. All you could smell was the soap and coffee from him while his voice carried a teasing tone you pretended not to hear. “If you’re sick, I probably shouldn’t be this close,” he murmured, but you know he has a point. Thank heavens that you are not sick, right? His lips brushed along your hairline before dipping lower toward your shoulder. Warm fingers slipped under the shirt you stole from him last night. His palm spread across your stomach and trailed down until it stopped at the band of your panties.

He hummed against your skin, not calling you out but not ignoring it either. You kept still with your breath caught in your throat while his thumb rubbed slow circles into your hip. “You didn’t even put on shorts,” he muttered. His mouth pressed to the curve of your shoulder and his teeth grazed lightly before pulling back. “So, what do you want for breakfast?” The question made your pout falter. You tilted your head, and after a moment a small grin broke through. “Thought you were going to work.” He pinched your waist through the cotton and grinned against your skin. “Thought you were sick.” You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket tighter around you. “I can’t believe you saw through that,” you said with a pout. “Baby, you’re wearing panties and my shirt. That’s not sick. That’s you trying to keep me here.” His hand pressed firmer against your stomach. It felt warm and steady and reminded you who he belonged to. Then he shifted closer until his chest pressed against your back. “Now answer the question. What do you want to eat?”

You laughed under your breath as heat ran through you even while you tried to keep your cool. “Maybe pancakes. And eggs. If you make them,” you answered in a cute voice, as if you were locking him into the promise. “Yeah. Sure, baby,” he replied. Dick kissed your shoulder again slower this time. You stretched your legs under the blanket until your toes touched his thigh. You only did that to get his attention. Or maybe to tease him. But it leans more to you to see if he would let you tease him. His hand stayed under your shirt and it was warm on your stomach while his thumb rubbed the dip just above your panties. He kept kissing your shoulder. He was lazy and sweet as if he had nowhere else to be. The thought made you bold. “Can you carry me?” you asked suddenly, your voice quiet but clear enough for him to catch. His mouth paused on your skin. “Carry you?” he repeated as he pulled back with an amused look. “You want me to carry you all the way to the kitchen?” You rolled onto your back to look up at him, the blanket slipping low and exposing the swell of your tits. His shirt had bunched around your waist, the thin cotton showing the dark outline of your nipples through the fabric.

You did not bother hiding them. Instead, you smiled like you were playing with him before you tug lightly at his wrist where it rested on your stomach. “Yeah. I wanna watch you cook. Not breakfast in bed. That’s boring.” He shook his head but his grin gave him away. His hand slid lower until his palm covered the thin fabric of your panties. “So you are asking me to pick you up half-naked and parade you around the kitchen while I make pancakes?” You shrugged and feigned innocence even though your thighs pressed together under his touch. “Pretty much.” Dick leaned down until his forehead touched yours. “You are lucky I love you,” he murmured before kissing your mouth and standing to stretch. When he bent and slid his arms under your back and thighs you yelped and clutched his shoulders. “Dick!” You laughed as your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct while he lifted you with ease.

His laugh rumbled against your neck while he carried you out of the bedroom. “Alright, baby. Let’s go make breakfast.” His bare feet padded across the kitchen tile while he still held you against his chest. The oversized shirt slipped higher on your thighs while you clung to him and your tits pressed flat to his skin. He set you on the counter without warning and the move made you squeak as you steadied yourself with your palms behind you. The surface felt cool compared to his warmth. “You better not drop me next time,” you muttered while your legs swung as he opened the fridge. Dick glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “I have caught you falling off rooftops before so I think I can handle carrying you to the counter.” His hand lingered at your knee while he reached past you for eggs and he slid the fridge door closed with his hip.

He walked past you toward the stove and you leaned forward so your fingertip could brush down the line of his spine. The touch made his back twitch and he glanced at you over his shoulder with a smile tugging at his mouth before turning back to the burner. Then he cracked an egg into the pan. “Scrambled, please,” you told him with a small grin. “With cheese. Do not forget the cheese.” He laughed under his breath and grabbed the grated cheddar from the counter. “Yes, boss.” The shirt bunched around your waist when you leaned back so the hem rode high enough to almost show the wet spot darkening your panties. He noticed it and of course he did but he said nothing. The smell of butter and eggs spread through the kitchen so you tilted your head to watch him move. The muscles in his back flexed with every reach and stir and you caught yourself smiling at how domestic it felt. He tossed you a look when he caught you staring. “What? You are just gonna sit there staring at my ass while I do all the work?”

“Yeah,” you said shamelessly while you swung your legs wider so he would notice. “That is exactly the plan.” His laugh echoed through the kitchen while the eggs sizzled. He scraped the last of the eggs onto a plate and steam curled up while he tossed the pan into the sink. You leaned forward and the shirt rode high enough to show what was underneath while you sat on the counter. He acted like he did not notice because his focus was already on mixing the pancake batter that you didn’t even notice with how fast he move around the kitchen. His wrist flexed as he whisked and his shoulders tensed in a way that made you stare. “Do not overmix,” you teased while you reached to steal a piece of egg with your fingers. “Do not tell me how to cook in my kitchen.” He smacked your hand lightly before setting the pan back on the burner. “In your kitchen?” you echoed while you chewed slowly just to annoy him. “Pretty sure half the groceries here are mine.” He only shook his head while he poured the batter into the pan. The sound from the only made your stomach impatient and growl which made you lean back on your arms with your legs swinging as you pretended to wait patiently.

The smell of butter and eggs filled the air with the sweet scent of pancake. You watched him flip it clean and your heart felt beat so fast in a stupid way. When he stacked the pancakes beside the eggs he finally stepped close again. His palms slid over your knees and parted them just enough so he could stand between your thighs. “Happy now?” he asked while setting the plate on the counter beside you. “Very,” you said as you picked up a fork and shoveled a bite of egg into your mouth. You chewed and swallowed, then forked another piece and held it up toward him. “Open.” He arched a brow but leaned down anyway. His lips closed around the bite while his hands stayed firm on your thighs and his thumbs brushed higher. You smirked while he chewed. “Good?” He swallowed and his mouth curved against your cheek when he kissed you. “Not bad, but I like you feeding me better.”

His palms stayed heavy on your thighs while you stole another forkful of egg. You swung your legs against the counter just to tease him and he kissed your cheek while you chewed. His voice was low against your ear. “You are lucky I do not mind cooking for you.” You smirked and gave him another bite while he leaned forward without a word. His mouth touched your fingers before he licked the cheese off his lip with a grin that showed he knew what he was doing. Heat spread low in your belly but you left it there. You only watched while he ate half the plate before nudging it back to you. By the time the plates were clean, the kitchen smelled like butter and coffee and your thighs ached from being spread around him too long. He stayed between your legs until the last sip of juice was gone and he brushed kisses along your jaw whenever you leaned close. When he finally pulled you down from the counter your legs wrapped around his waist again and your laugh was muffled in his chest.

Hours later the food was forgotten and the two of you were tangled on the couch in the living room. The couch sank under both your weight and the cushions were soft enough that you slouched without thinking. His boxers rode low on his hips and the waistband sat loose after he had stretched out all afternoon. You curled in toward him with your knees bent and tucked against his side so your body faced his chest. The oversized shirt slipped up your thighs. The cotton barely covered anything when you moved. He pulled you in with an arm around your waist while his other hand stayed on your leg. His thumb dragged back and forth because he could not stop touching you. The movie played quietly in the background and the voices on the screen faded while his breathing filled your ears. Your cheek rested on his bare chest and you could feel the heat of his skin. The rise and fall of his chest pressed against your face each time he laughed at something on the screen. He glanced down when you sighed and he caught the way your lips brushed his collarbone. “You are not even watching,” he muttered while his mouth curled as he kissed the top of your head. Your nose brushed his skin when you answered, “Neither are you.” He chuckled and tugged you tighter against him as his hand spread wider across your thigh. It felt like he wanted to keep you exactly where you were.

Your cheek brushed his chest and your lips pressed to his skin and when you breathed in it was only him filling your head until you could not sit still anymore. You tipped your face up and ran your nose along his neck before pressing a slow kiss there. His arm squeezed tighter around your waist as if he felt you plotting something. “You are getting handsy,” he muttered and his voice was low like he was already smiling at you. His stubble scratched your temple while he turned to kiss your hair. You grinned against his throat and mouthed at the skin under his jaw until you left a wet spot there before pulling back. “So? You do not like it?” you asked with a tone that was too sweet to be real. He laughed through his nose and tilted his head so you could get at more of his neck. It felt like he wanted you to keep going. “I did not say that. I am just pointing it out.” You did not answer and you slid your hand down his stomach until your fingers touched the loose waistband of his boxers.

The cotton dipped when you pulled and your knuckles pressed against his cock through the fabric. His breath caught and it was quiet yet his arm stayed heavy around you. “Baby,” he warned, although it did not sound serious. His eyes stayed on the TV while his jaw tightened when you pushed your hand inside the waistband. You did not rush and only teased the elastic with your fingers. You slid your hand deeper into his boxers and teased the waistband until his cock pressed against your palm. His arm tightened around your waist as if he thought he could stop you yet you slipped free from his hold and dropped down from the couch before he could react. You were kneeling between his legs and you pressed his thighs apart until they opened wide for you. He leaned back against the cushions with his jaw slack while your eyes lifted to his face like you were asking permission. A smirk curved his mouth as he looked down at you and his hair fell over his forehead. “So you are suddenly not sick anymore?” His tone sounded mocking yet his cock twitched in your hand when you pulled it out from his boxers. “What happened to not being able to get out of bed?”

Heat burned across your face yet your grip stayed steady around him. You stroked him slowly from the base to the tip and squeezed just enough to make his head fall back for a second. “Guess I am feeling better now,” you murmured while your thumb dragged over the slit until precum smeared warm across your skin. Dick laughed under his breath and the sound came out low and rough. “Figures. You fake cough all morning and now you are on your knees begging for my cock.” His hand came down to rest heavily on your head and his fingers threaded into your hair. “Pathetic baby.” The word only made your thighs press together. Your hand pumped him harder and your wrist twisted when you reached the swollen tip. His length throbbed in your grip and it was thick and hot while his abs tightened every time you squeezed a little firmer. He grunted through his teeth with his eyes fixed on you and the sound made your pussy clench around nothing.

“You really want this huh?” he muttered and he tugged lightly at your hair as your strokes picked up. “Sick little liar.” Your hand stayed on his cock and you stroked him slowly and it dragged another low grunt from his chest. The sound made your stomach twist so you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his thigh and you tasted his skin. His fingers flexed in your hair like he already knew what you were thinking. “I miss you,” you whispered against his skin and your eyes flicked up to meet him. The words slipped out before you could stop them and they felt soft but unsteady. His brow lifted and the smirk returned to his lips while he sat deeper into the couch. “Yeah?” His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your scalp and it held you in place just enough that you had to look up at him. “That is why you are down here stroking my cock? Because you miss me?”

Heat rushed through your chest and you nodded quickly with your cheeks burning as you admitted it. “You have been busy,” you said and your mouth brushed his inner thigh with every word. “Between work and… you know… Nightwing stuff… I barely get you anymore.” He laughed low and leaned forward until his chest almost brushed your forehead. “So your solution is to get on your knees and beg for my cock? That is how you show me you miss me?” Your head dipped in another small nod and this time it was more bashful. His cock twitched in your hand when you gave a firm stroke and precum smeared across your palm. “God you are cute when you are desperate,” he muttered and he guided your hand tighter around him before pulling it back. His fingers caught your chin and tilted your face up. “Open those pretty eyes. Let me see how bad you want it.”

Your lashes lifted and your gaze stayed wide while his cock brushed your cheek as he shifted forward. He used his grip on your hair to guide your head lower and the thick head nudged your lips until you parted them on instinct. His smirk widened when you let your tongue slip out and brush the tip with a soft and needy sound. “Missed me so much you are drooling already,” he teased and he dragged himself along your lips like he was testing how long you would last. His voice dropped rough when he pushed you closer. “Go on baby. Show me how much.” Your mouth opens willingly as the first taste of him hits your tongue while his hand presses harder against the back of your head. He doesn’t push too deep yet but he gives you just enough to fill your mouth and make your throat tighten around a broken whimper. His chest shakes with another laugh as he watches you with that look that makes your stomach twist. His other hand stays heavy on his thigh while his cock drags across your tongue. “Yeah,” he breathes with his jaw tight and his eyes locked right on you. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Your lips stay tight around the fat head of his cock so his breath catches when the wet heat of your mouth pulls him in. The taste spreads thick across your tongue while you sink lower and let him slide past your teeth until he’s pressing heavy against the back of your tongue. A rough groan works its way out of his chest when your cheeks hollow and his fingers yank tighter in your hair. He smirks down at you with his voice dropping low as he mutters, “There you go… fuck, look at you.” The way his cock stuffs your mouth makes drool slip down the corner of your lips so you swallow hard just to keep up before pushing down farther. His thighs go tight under your hands when you take him deeper, tongue dragging along his length until your nose bumps his stomach. You pull back slowly with a wet pop so spit stretches between your lips and the flushed tip. You breathe heavy through the mess on your chin but he just laughs low in his chest when you dive right back down. You lick up the thick vein along the underside before sucking him deep again. “Greedy little mouth,” he grunts while his thumb drags over your cheek like he can’t believe how bad you want it.

Heat rushed between your legs as you bobbed your head and your pace built while his cock throbbed against your tongue. He hissed when your nails dug into his thighs for balance and his chest rose fast and you knew he was fighting to keep control. The sound of your gag when he hit the back of your throat made him shudder and he whispered “Fuck don’t stop.” His hips twitched like he wanted to push further yet he held back and let you set the pace while his eyes stayed locked on you taking him down again and again. Your mouth stayed full of him as you sank and spit slid from your lips to wet his cock until it dripped down your chin. The weight of him pressed against the back of your tongue and you swallowed around it because you wanted to feel every inch. His groan rumbled low in his chest as his fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled just enough to make your eyes lift to his face. He looked down at you with that half grin and flushed cheeks and muttered “Fuck baby… You take me too good.”

The praise made your stomach twist so you pressed your tongue harder under his length as you moved back up. You sucked around the tip and tasted the mix of spit and precum before you pushed down again until your nose nearly brushed his stomach. He hissed between his teeth and his hips twitched like he was fighting not to push deeper. When you gagged softly around him a laugh left his throat and he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You like this that much? Greedy fucking mouth.” Heat pooled low in your belly as you moaned around him and the vibration dragged another curse out of him. He leaned his head back for a second with his jaw tight before he looked at you again. “Can I fuck your mouth?” His voice was rough like he already knew the answer but he still waited. Your hum wrapped around his cock as you kept him in your throat and your nails pressed harder into his thighs to steady yourself. The sound made his eyes darken and his breath left him in a short laugh. “That’s all I needed,” he muttered before pushing forward.

The first thrust was slow and it was just enough for you to feel the control slip into his hands. He watched your lips spread wide around his cock and his hand held you steady while his hips met your mouth again. The wet noise filled the room as he started moving shallow at first and then deeper when he heard your muffled gasp. Spit smeared down your chin and thick strings clung when he pulled back only to slide in again. “Look at you… fuck… letting me use you like this,” he grunted and his voice broke into another curse as he pushed all the way down. Your throat tightened around him and your eyes watered as you moaned and he groaned back “God don’t stop giving me those sounds.” His hips pressed forward and the thick length of his cock slid deep until your throat tightened around the head. He stayed there for a few seconds groaning while he watched your lips spread wide around him. Drool clung to your chin while your nails scraped at his thighs to keep yourself steady. When he pulled back it was only to push in again with slow force like he was testing how much you could take. A wet gag slipped out of you and his smirk grew meaner as he muttered “That’s it… relax that throat for me.”

The pause after every deep thrust had you gasping around him and spit dripped onto your chest while he held your head steady. He looked down at you with his chest rising heavy and asked “You like me fucking you like this?” His cock pressed against the back of your throat again and your muffled moan wrapped around him. He hissed through his teeth and chuckled low with his thumb dragging across your wet bottom lip. “God you sound so good when I’m stuffing your mouth full.” Another push had you gagging louder with your eyes watering as he sank all the way to the base. He groaned at the sight and kept you there not moving until your throat fluttered around him. Your hands trembled on his thighs and when he finally pulled back air rushed into your lungs. Before you could catch your breath he gave you three quick thrusts and each one made a filthy squelch echo in the room. “Training you nice and slow,” he muttered with a rough laugh and rolled his hips forward until your throat squeezed him again.

“Gonna make sure you take me deeper every time.” Your choked hum around his cock made him curse and he muttered “Yeah… keep that up. Fucking perfect mouth.” Your throat had finally loosened enough that the strain eased and his grin showed he noticed. The way your gag softened only encouraged him and before you could prepare his hips started to move with steady force. His cock slid in deeper and his groans turned rough as your throat swallowed around him. Wet noises filled the room while each thrust pushed spit down your chin and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. “Fuck that’s better,” he muttered through clenched teeth while his hips rocked harder. You tried to steady your breathing but every push left your throat stuffed full. When he caught your teary eyes looking up a smirk tugged at his mouth. “Knew you’d open up for me. Look at you taking me so easy now.” Your muffled whimper vibrated around him and dragged another low curse out of his chest. He leaned down slightly and his voice turned darker when he asked “You like me using your throat like this?” The only answer you could give was a weak hum and the sound made him groan deep. His hips picked up speed and he fucked into you in smooth strokes until his cock slammed to the back of your throat and stayed there.

You gagged hard with your eyes watering even more and he pulled back just enough to let you gasp through your nose before sinking back inside. “Messy little mouth,” he said with a short laugh while his thumb brushed away the spit stringing down your chin. “You’re dripping all over yourself and you don’t even care.” He dragged his cock out slowly just to shove it back in and grunted when the head pushed past the tightest part of your throat. “God… so fucking tight back there.” Your nails dug into his thighs as he drove in deeper and he set a rough pace now that your body gave less fight. The wet gagging and filthy squelch filled the air while his voice stayed low and harsh above you. “That’s it take it. Don’t stop looking at me.” He groaned when your eyes stayed locked on his and your face flushed wet and messy. His cock slid again and again while his hips snapped forward without pause and the broken sounds spilling from you only made him curse louder. “Fuck yeah,” he growled while he held your head still and drove in hard. “This throat was made for me.”

Your throat was sore by the time he eased back and spit dripped from your lips while his cock glistened with your saliva. The way he looked down at you with his chest rising hard and his jaw tense told you how close he was. A wicked thought flickered and before he could shove back in you pulled away with a wet gasp and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. His groan came out rough and strained like he couldn’t believe you stopped right there. “Don’t,” he warned low but your smirk only widened as you leaned back on your hands. “What?” you teased with your eyes glinting with mischief while you licked your bottom lip and tasted him on your tongue. “You were about to cum weren’t you?” His head dropped forward with dark hair falling into his eyes and the way his fist tightened around the base of his cock made your body clench with heat. “Brat,” he muttered under his breath with his voice hoarse as he looked at you like he might snap in two seconds. “You think that’s funny?” You tilted your head feigning innocence while his shirt hung loose on your body with no bra underneath and one strap sliding down your shoulder to show more skin. Only your panties clung to you and the thin fabric was damp from how badly you wanted him.

“Bed?” you asked lightly like it was a casual suggestion though your smile gave you away. That single word snapped whatever patience he had left. The next moment he was standing with his cock still flushed and heavy against his stomach as his boxers were tugged down just enough to free himself. His hands slid under your thighs as he bent and lifted you off the couch without hesitation. The strength in his arms made your stomach flip so your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer while you clung to his shoulders. “Could’ve just asked nicely,” he growled against your neck while carrying you down the hall. His teeth grazed your skin until you let out a heavy gasp. Your back hit the bedroom doorframe when he shoved it open with his shoulder and his grip tightened like he didn’t trust you not to wriggle away again. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” you murmured against his ear as your tongue flicked against his jaw just to rile him up further. His answering grunt came hot and low as his cock pressed into your soaked panties while he carried you straight to the bed.

When he threw you down onto the mattress his shirt rode high on your body so your breasts were outlined under the thin cotton. He bent over with his teeth closing around the fabric to pull it taut over your nipple before sucking hard until the wet heat seeped straight through the shirt and made you gasp. His mouth stayed there to tug and lick until the cotton turned damp with his spit. While he devoured you through his shirt his hands worked at your hips to hook into your panties and peel them down. He didn’t stop kissing and sucking your covered breast even as he shoved his boxers off so they dropped to the floor. By the time he pulled back your panties were gone and his cock was free with the only thing left between you being his shirt sticking to your chest where his mouth had soaked it. His shirt hangs loose on you and it keeps brushing your skin whenever you move. The sleeves won’t stay on your shoulders and the hem is so short it barely even covers your thighs. When his eyes dragged over you his mouth twisted into something smug. “Looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he muttered with his voice thick as his hand dragged up your leg to spread it wider until your panties strained against the wet between your thighs. Heat flushed up your neck at the way he stared, hungry and unblinking, so you let your knees fall open further on the bed to tease him with the soft grind of your hips. “Should I take it off then?” you asked as your fingers slid under the edge of the shirt like you might pull it away. “No. Leave it on.”

That answer only pulled a smirk from you. “Fine…” you breathed while dragging the hem up anyway until the fabric bunched just under your collarbones to leave your tits bare and tight in the cool air. His gaze snapped down and you saw his cock twitch heavily and flush as he stepped closer to the edge of the mattress. You teased him more when you cupped your own breast and you let your thumb flick across your nipple while you tilted your head at him. “Like this better?” The sound that tore from his throat was half a groan and half a curse as his hand wrapped around his cock to line himself up with your pussy. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he rasped while dragging the thick head through your folds until slick and coated him. Your breath stuttered when the blunt press of his cockhead caught against your entrance. “So? You gonna fuck me or keep talking?” you whispered with a grin tugging at your lips even as your hips pushed forward in need.

His eyes burned into yours with his jaw clenched tight before his tip eased past your opening to spread you inch by inch. “Yeah,” he muttered with his voice deep as his cock slid further inside, “I’ll fuck you.” Your back arched and your hands fisted the sheets with the shirt rucked up high so your tits bounced free while he pushed deeper, taking every bit of your tease and turning it back on you. His cock kept pressing in until your back sank into the mattress and your hand scrambled for his. His fingers caught yours and locked tight, holding your palm down beside your head while his weight pinned you beneath him. He pressed flush against you with his forehead brushing yours as he muttered, “Look at me. I wanna see that face.” The words left him rough while his other hand slipped between your thighs. The pad of his thumb found your clit and circled slowly to match the steady push of his cock as it stretched you wide.

The drag of him inside made your chest rise quickly and heat spread down your stomach until you let out a broken sound when his thumb pressed harder against your clit. He tilted his head until his mouth was right at your ear and whispered, “Feel good?” The tease had you nodding fast with your nails digging into the hand that held yours down. “Say it,” he pressed while thrusting deeper. You let out a shaky moan and gasped, “Feels so fucking good, Dick.” His chest rumbled with a low grunt and he kissed the side of your jaw while his hips rolled slowly so you could feel every inch. The steady drag turned quicker and the slap of his hips against your thighs grew louder as his pace turned rough. You squeezed his hand tight because his grip on your wrist kept you pinned. The faster he moved the more your body trembled underneath him. He watched your mouth fall open and he muttered, “God, look at you. Can’t even talk right now.”

Your breath spilled hot against his cheek when you whined, “F-faster-please, Dick.” His smirk curved against your lips then he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force jolted through you and your cry spilled into his mouth when he kissed you. His thumb kept rubbing your clit in messy circles and he groaned against your lips as his pace quickened. “So fucking wet for me. You hear that?” The sound of your pussy sucking him in with every rough thrust made your cheeks burn yet you could barely think about anything except the way your cunt clenched tight around him. His hand squeezed yours harder so you would stay grounded. His pace turned brutal and every thrust shook the headboard. Each stroke dragged another cry out of your throat until your body twisted beneath him.

His cock pushed in deep again and your back arched against the mattress. His grip on your hand stayed firm so your palm stayed pinned beside your head. His other hand never let up on your clit and the pressure stayed steady while his thumb rolled in tight circles. Each thrust hit the same spot inside until the mix of both touches made your whole body twitch under him. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he muttered against your mouth. His voice was low and rough while his cock drove back into your cunt. You let out a choked moan and shook your head against the pillow as your words broke apart. “C-can’t-Dick, too much.” The plea only made his eyes darken so he leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. “Yeah? That’s exactly how I want you,” he said with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth while his thumb dragged over your clit faster.

Your thighs shook with every thrust and the sound of your wet pussy getting filled over and over had your face burning hot. He groaned at the noise then kissed you hard so he could swallow the messy sounds spilling from your throat. When you pull back for air his eyes stay on your face. He watches your mouth twitch and your eyes roll while his cock pushes in deeper. “Fuck, I love watching you like this. You don’t even know how good you look.” The headboard tapped against the wall with the force of his hips and your cries pitched higher when his fingers pressed down harder against your clit. You writhed beneath him and your legs trembled around his waist but his grip on your hand kept you trapped. “Don’t pull away,” he said through gritted teeth when you tried to twist your hips. “Take it. Let me see how much you can handle.”

Your chest rose in quick bursts and your nails dug half-moons into his knuckles while he pounded into your cunt. Every thrust hit deep until your body felt too tight and too full, begging for release. His thumb rubbed against your clit again and again until you could barely breathe. He could feel how close you were so his smirk grew wider as he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “Doing so good, baby.” Your body snapped when it finally hit. Your toes curled and your thighs shook hard around his waist while the orgasm tore through you so fast that your cry broke into gasps. Your nails clawed at his hand where it stayed locked with yours. You thought he would slow down or maybe let you breathe but Dick only pressed in deeper and fucked through the way your pussy clenched down hard on his cock.

“Yeah… that’s it. Cum on me, baby,” he growled against your ear. His voice was rough from how hard he was breathing and his thumb stayed tight on your clit as he dragged rough circles that had you jerking under him and twitching against the sheets. You tried to twist your hips away from the pressure but his weight kept you down and the pace of his cock never faltered. Your eyes squeezed shut as another sound spilled from your lips high and broken but he caught your chin with his teeth and muttered, “Look at me. Don’t hide that face from me.” You blinked up at him with watery eyes while your body spasmed around his cock and he smirked when he saw the mess of your mouth trembling. Then he slammed harder into you and dragged another cry from your throat.

“Too much-hnngh-fuck, I can’t,” you gasped. Your voice came out almost like a sob as his hand crushed yours harder into the mattress while his thumb rubbed mercilessly at your clit. “Yes you can,” he answered, groaning when your walls gripped him again. “You’re taking it so good, you don’t even know.” The wet slap of your pussy getting pounded filled the room and mixed with the creak of the bed. Your chest heaved while every nerve burned as his cock drove deeper and hit the same spot that already had you shaking apart once. You whimpered his name with your lips brushing his jaw when he leaned close and his grunt shook against your skin. “Cum all over me again. I’m not stopping until I feel you do it.”

The demand pulled another shiver through you and your cunt tightened so much you swore you couldn’t breathe. Every push in made your thighs tremble harder and your whole body stayed caught in the overwhelming drag of pleasure that never stopped. His cock kept fucking through it and his thumb never left your clit while he forced your body to take everything he gave without pause. The orgasm left your body weak but Dick didn’t ease up. His thrusts only grew harder as he slammed you into the mattress until the bedframe rattled against the wall. Your nails dug into his wrist and you tried to push him back while your voice broke between moans. “N-no, Dick-slow down, fuck, I can’t.” The words tumbled out almost like a whine but he only growled as his hips crashed into you again. “Yes, you can. You’re taking me. Look at this pussy gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Your legs kicked around his waist in protest but the move only made him smirk. He pressed his chest heavily into you and pinned you down even tighter. You leaned forward to bite at his shoulder and your teeth sank in with a muffled cry. He hissed at the sting before chuckling against your ear. “Oh, you’re really trying to fight me now?” His voice was low and taunting while he shoved even deeper and made you gasp from the stretch. “Go on, bite me again. I’ll just fuck you harder.” Your thighs shook under the relentless pace and your pussy squeezed him so tight it was almost painful. He kept his hand wrapped around yours above your head and your knuckles turned white from how hard you clutched him. Every slam of his cock knocked the air out of you and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the room. You whined, “S-stop, I c-can’t” but he cut you off with a kiss and swallowed the words while pounding even rougher into your cunt.

The mess between your legs dripped down the sheets wet and filthy and Dick groaned when he felt the slick slide every time he buried himself to the hilt. His mouth trailed to your jaw as he muttered against your skin, “So fucking tight. Gonna fill you up.” You whimpered when his thrusts turned sloppy and his grunts grew heavier. His cock twitched inside you as he drove to the base over and over. Your body arched helplessly beneath him and your legs trembled while his pace stayed brutal. The heat of his breath hit your neck as he cursed, “Fuck fuck I’m gonna cum inside this pussy.” He pushed in deep one last time and his hips ground against you as his cock spilled hot inside while his groan rasped low in your ear.

His cock slipped out of you wet and messy and before you could even catch your breath he grabbed your hips and rolled you over. Your knees hit the sheets and he dragged your ass up before his palm cracked against it in one clean slap. The sting made your cunt clench again and he stared at the way it bounced for him. His hand lingered to squeeze as he muttered with a rough laugh, “Look at that. Can you take another?” The question was pointless because he was already pushing himself back inside and splitting you open all over again. You groaned into the pillow and your voice came out muffled as you tried to twist your head back. “Too much,” you whined and arched away from the drive of his hips. “Fucking too much, Dick.” Your hand shoved at the sheets like you could crawl forward but he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades and pinned you down. His cock pushed deep and his balls smacked against you while he leaned close. “Didn’t you want me to stay over today?” he asked as his hips ground just enough to make you gasp.

You turned your face to the side and sweat stuck your hair to your cheek as you looked at him with a bratty pout. “Mhmm… I said that,” you answered. The words broke when he thrust hard into you again. “But I didn’t mean you’d fuck me till I can’t walk.” He smirked against your ear and kissed the edge of your jaw while his cock dragged out slowly before slamming back in. “Yeah well, I’m just helping you right? Making sure you get what you asked for.” His grip tightened on your waist and he drove into you fast again until the slap of his hips echoed. Your voice cracked into a moan and your thighs shook while he kept you pressed down and unable to escape the steady pounding. You gasped, “Dick-fuck, ngh, wait-” but he only groaned and bit at your shoulder. “Take it. Take all of it. You can cry about it later when you’re full of me.” His hand slid from your waist to your throat and his thick forearm hooked tight around you until your back arched against his chest.

His bicep pressed against the side of your face and locked you in a headlock while his cock kept driving deep. The air rushed out of your lungs in broken gasps and every thrust forced another noise out of you. “Dick- nghh- fuck, I can’t breathe right,” you whined as your nails dug into his arm, though your pussy squeezed him even tighter. He laughed into your ear low and smug and pulled you higher until you were kneeling, bent and helpless in his hold. His hips slapped against your ass with steady force and his cock battered your cunt until your thighs trembled. “Missed this,” he muttered and bit at your jaw before dragging his tongue down your neck. “You told me you missed me right? I missed you too.” You choked on a moan as his arm flexed and his muscle strained against your throat. The pressure made your vision spot for a second but the rush of it sent heat flooding down your spine. You tried to twist your head and panted, “S-slow down, it’s too much-” but he only growled and snapped his hips harder until your body jolted with the impact. “Don’t lie. Your pussy’s begging for it.”

The sound of your wetness echoed every time he bottomed out and his cock dragged slick from your cunt as he used you like a toy. Your hands clawed at the sheets in desperation for something to hold but he yanked you back against him until you were fully trapped in his arms. “Stay still,” he ordered with a rough voice as his thrusts grew faster. “You take what I give you.” Your head lolled against his bicep and drool slipped from your lips with every broken gasp. You sobbed, “Hhhnn- Dick- fuck-” and he grunted while burying his cock all the way inside. His arm squeezed your throat tighter and his voice was rough against your ear. “Good girl. I’ve got you.” His arm locked harder around your throat and his bicep pressed against your cheek while his cock slammed into your cunt. Every thrust shook through your body and forced moans out of you that broke against his skin. Your hands clawed at his forearm but instead of letting up he only dragged you closer against his chest. His free hand slid up and his fingers pried at your lips until two pushed past your tongue. You gagged around them and spit ran down your chin while he groaned low.

“Yeah… that’s it. Open wider,” he muttered as he ground his cock deep before pulling back out slow enough to make you whimper. His fingers curled against your tongue and rubbed over the wet muscle as he looked down at you. “Knew you’d let me use you like this. You feel how messy do are you right now?” You tried to answer but the words came out muffled around his fingers. Drool coated his knuckles while your throat worked and your body jerked every time he bottomed out. “Mmfhh-nghh, Dick-!” Your voice was wrecked and strangled against his arm. He only smirked with his chest pressed to your back while he drove his cock harder into your soaked slit.

Your cunt clenched tight and your walls fluttered around him and he felt it right away. “Oh, you’re cumming again,” he said with a voice dripping with satisfaction. His thrusts turned brutal and each one forced your body to shake in his grip. His arm flexed tighter around your neck as you came and your juices spilled down your thighs. You cried against his fingers and drooled while moaning through the orgasm, your legs twitching as he fucked you through it. “Good girl… that’s it, squeeze me. Don’t stop now.” His voice was hot against your ear and rough with every grunt. His cock kept slamming into you and his fingers still filled your mouth until your moans were soaked and muffled. You tried to push at his arm but the more you struggled the harder he fucked into you.

“Missed you,” he breathed out as he kissed the side of your head while you shook helplessly in his hold. “Told you I’d remind you how much.” His cock kept slamming into your cunt and each thrust grew heavier than the last. Your whole body shook in his arms and his grip locked tight around your neck as his fingers pressed down on your tongue. Drool ran over his knuckles and down your chin yet he only grunted when he saw the mess. “So tight,” he growled against your ear as his hips snapped forward until your eyes rolled back. You gagged around his fingers with muffled sounds spilling while he used you. The stretch was brutal and every push knocked the air from your chest. Your walls clenched hard and milked him while you came again and he did not slow down for even a second.

“Yeah, squeeze me like that,” he muttered as his teeth dragged against your skin. His pace only grew rougher with his cock driving so deep you swore you felt him in your stomach. Your legs trembled under the weight of it yet he held you steady and forced you to take every inch. “I’m not done with you,” he said with a voice low and rough. His cock pulsed inside and his balls slapped wet against your ass. You tried to moan his name yet it broke apart against his fingers. He groaned as his hips pushed hard and he fucked through the tight clutch of your pussy. Then he came and his cock twitched deep as his cum spilled hot inside. You gasped around his hand with your belly filling from every heavy push of his load. He did not pull out. Instead, he pressed deeper and held you down on his cock until you felt him throb all the way inside. “Stay still. Let me fill you,” he ordered while his arm flexed around your throat and he kept rutting into your soaked pussy. He spilled every drop until he was sure it was buried deep where he wanted it.

His cock slipped out slowly and left your cunt messy and dripping as both of you collapsed onto the bed. The mattress caught your weight and you turned into him right away, clinging like you were afraid he might leave. Your face pressed into the warm skin of his neck while your arms wrapped tight around him and your thighs tangled with his. “Mmhh fuck you,” you muttered against his throat with your voice still shaky. Your teeth grazed the skin there and bit down hard enough to make him hiss. He chuckled low and tired with one hand running down your back. “You’re mad at me now?” he asked softly as he tilted his head when you bit him again. His arm tightened around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed flush to his. “You were so fucking rough,” you whispered as tears stung your eyes and slipped onto his skin. You sniffled with your nose pressed into his neck, refusing to look at him. His hand came up right away and his thumb wiped under your eye even as you buried yourself deeper against him.

“I know, I’m sorry baby,” he says and his lips press against the side of your head. His hand comes up to your jaw and he guides you to lift a little so he can see your face. You only pouted with your eyes glassy while you clung tighter to his shoulders. “You’re not forgiven,” you mumbled while hugging him like a koala, your nails digging into his back. His lips curved into a smile and he kissed your forehead again and again with quiet whispers between every kiss. “I’ll make it up to you… promise. Whatever you want.” His voice stays soft while you nuzzle deeper into his neck and you hold on like you are never letting go. When he whispers, “I’ve got you,” for a second you almost believe it. A tired laugh slipped out of you that sounded half soft and half bratty and you tilted your head just enough to meet his eyes. “Whatever I want huh?” Your nails dragged lightly across his chest as you traced circles like you were pretending to think. “Then I want a new ring. Diamond. Big one.” He blinked at you, caught off guard, and you bit into his shoulder with a grin.

“You’re serious?” he asked with his brows lifting as his gaze searched your face. You nodded with your lips twitching as you buried yourself back against him. “And that’s just the start,” you say as you tighten your legs around his waist like you are not letting go. “Every single time you fuck me like that you’re making it up to me after. I don’t care if it’s gifts or food or carrying me around all day. You’re working for it.” He lets out a groan in his chest and tips his head back on the pillow with a slow sigh. “You’re gonna bleed me dry, you know that?” You smiled into his neck and bit him again before you whispered, “Good. That’s the point.” His arms circled tighter around you and his hand cupped the back of your head while he muttered curses under his breath. “Fine. I’ll do it. All of it,” he admitted as his lips brushed your hair. “But you’re such a brat.” You pouted up at him with eyes still glassy from earlier and said, “Not a brat. I’m your wife.” His laugh was soft as he kissed your forehead. “Yeah. Mine.” He held you closer and let you settle against him while your bratty little list already started forming in your head.

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　NOTE. 𓍢ִ໋ ִֶָ ִֶָ Husband!Dick Grayson save me! save me! I hope anon who req this will like it! sorry it took long:(

You fake a cough into the blanket and turn your head to the side with a pout and a squint because you’re hoping he’ll take the bait. Morning light spills through the room warm and soft, so you let out a pitiful sigh like you’re about to collapse. “Think I’m too sick to get out of bed,” you mumble and you drag the words out while you wait for him to look away from his phone. He glances over with his brows raised and his voice low and amused. “Really? That’s the excuse?” He leans against the headboard while still scrolling and his hand drifts to your thigh under the sheets like it belongs there. You sniff louder and add another cough for effect. “Can’t go to work today, Dickkk. Come on… Doctor’s orders.” His hand squeezes your thigh and slides higher while the corner of his mouth tips up. “Funny. The only time you’re ever ‘sick’ is on Sunday when I’ve got early paperwork at the precinct.” His gaze trails from your face down to your bare legs sticking out beneath his shirt. “And last I checked, sick people don’t wear their husband’s shirt with nothing under it.”

Heat creeps up your cheeks but you still pout as you yank the blanket higher to cover yourself. “I just like your shirts.” That finally makes him put his phone down. He turns to face you with his palm tracing the curve of your waist in a slow line of warmth. “Uh huh. Or maybe I just know you too well. You’re trying to keep me home, aren’t you?” Your lips twitch but you keep up the act. “Is it working?” He leans in to kiss your forehead and his laugh is soft against your skin. “You’re ridiculous. But yeah… It’s working.” You stayed under the blanket stubbornly and were happy that your little act was going according to your plan. His mouth pressed a soft laugh against your temple before pushing away the blanket. All you could smell was the soap and coffee from him while his voice carried a teasing tone you pretended not to hear. “If you’re sick, I probably shouldn’t be this close,” he murmured, but you know he has a point. Thank heavens that you are not sick, right? His lips brushed along your hairline before dipping lower toward your shoulder. Warm fingers slipped under the shirt you stole from him last night. His palm spread across your stomach and trailed down until it stopped at the band of your panties.

He hummed against your skin, not calling you out but not ignoring it either. You kept still with your breath caught in your throat while his thumb rubbed slow circles into your hip. “You didn’t even put on shorts,” he muttered. His mouth pressed to the curve of your shoulder and his teeth grazed lightly before pulling back. “So, what do you want for breakfast?” The question made your pout falter. You tilted your head, and after a moment a small grin broke through. “Thought you were going to work.” He pinched your waist through the cotton and grinned against your skin. “Thought you were sick.” You rolled your eyes and pulled the blanket tighter around you. “I can’t believe you saw through that,” you said with a pout. “Baby, you’re wearing panties and my shirt. That’s not sick. That’s you trying to keep me here.” His hand pressed firmer against your stomach. It felt warm and steady and reminded you who he belonged to. Then he shifted closer until his chest pressed against your back. “Now answer the question. What do you want to eat?”

You laughed under your breath as heat ran through you even while you tried to keep your cool. “Maybe pancakes. And eggs. If you make them,” you answered in a cute voice, as if you were locking him into the promise. “Yeah. Sure, baby,” he replied. Dick kissed your shoulder again slower this time. You stretched your legs under the blanket until your toes touched his thigh. You only did that to get his attention. Or maybe to tease him. But it leans more to you to see if he would let you tease him. His hand stayed under your shirt and it was warm on your stomach while his thumb rubbed the dip just above your panties. He kept kissing your shoulder. He was lazy and sweet as if he had nowhere else to be. The thought made you bold. “Can you carry me?” you asked suddenly, your voice quiet but clear enough for him to catch. His mouth paused on your skin. “Carry you?” he repeated as he pulled back with an amused look. “You want me to carry you all the way to the kitchen?” You rolled onto your back to look up at him, the blanket slipping low and exposing the swell of your tits. His shirt had bunched around your waist, the thin cotton showing the dark outline of your nipples through the fabric.

You did not bother hiding them. Instead, you smiled like you were playing with him before you tug lightly at his wrist where it rested on your stomach. “Yeah. I wanna watch you cook. Not breakfast in bed. That’s boring.” He shook his head but his grin gave him away. His hand slid lower until his palm covered the thin fabric of your panties. “So you are asking me to pick you up half-naked and parade you around the kitchen while I make pancakes?” You shrugged and feigned innocence even though your thighs pressed together under his touch. “Pretty much.” Dick leaned down until his forehead touched yours. “You are lucky I love you,” he murmured before kissing your mouth and standing to stretch. When he bent and slid his arms under your back and thighs you yelped and clutched his shoulders. “Dick!” You laughed as your legs wrapped around his waist on instinct while he lifted you with ease.

His laugh rumbled against your neck while he carried you out of the bedroom. “Alright, baby. Let’s go make breakfast.” His bare feet padded across the kitchen tile while he still held you against his chest. The oversized shirt slipped higher on your thighs while you clung to him and your tits pressed flat to his skin. He set you on the counter without warning and the move made you squeak as you steadied yourself with your palms behind you. The surface felt cool compared to his warmth. “You better not drop me next time,” you muttered while your legs swung as he opened the fridge. Dick glanced over his shoulder with a smirk. “I have caught you falling off rooftops before so I think I can handle carrying you to the counter.” His hand lingered at your knee while he reached past you for eggs and he slid the fridge door closed with his hip.

He walked past you toward the stove and you leaned forward so your fingertip could brush down the line of his spine. The touch made his back twitch and he glanced at you over his shoulder with a smile tugging at his mouth before turning back to the burner. Then he cracked an egg into the pan. “Scrambled, please,” you told him with a small grin. “With cheese. Do not forget the cheese.” He laughed under his breath and grabbed the grated cheddar from the counter. “Yes, boss.” The shirt bunched around your waist when you leaned back so the hem rode high enough to almost show the wet spot darkening your panties. He noticed it and of course he did but he said nothing. The smell of butter and eggs spread through the kitchen so you tilted your head to watch him move. The muscles in his back flexed with every reach and stir and you caught yourself smiling at how domestic it felt. He tossed you a look when he caught you staring. “What? You are just gonna sit there staring at my ass while I do all the work?”

“Yeah,” you said shamelessly while you swung your legs wider so he would notice. “That is exactly the plan.” His laugh echoed through the kitchen while the eggs sizzled. He scraped the last of the eggs onto a plate and steam curled up while he tossed the pan into the sink. You leaned forward and the shirt rode high enough to show what was underneath while you sat on the counter. He acted like he did not notice because his focus was already on mixing the pancake batter that you didn’t even notice with how fast he move around the kitchen. His wrist flexed as he whisked and his shoulders tensed in a way that made you stare. “Do not overmix,” you teased while you reached to steal a piece of egg with your fingers. “Do not tell me how to cook in my kitchen.” He smacked your hand lightly before setting the pan back on the burner. “In your kitchen?” you echoed while you chewed slowly just to annoy him. “Pretty sure half the groceries here are mine.” He only shook his head while he poured the batter into the pan. The sound from the only made your stomach impatient and growl which made you lean back on your arms with your legs swinging as you pretended to wait patiently.

The smell of butter and eggs filled the air with the sweet scent of pancake. You watched him flip it clean and your heart felt beat so fast in a stupid way. When he stacked the pancakes beside the eggs he finally stepped close again. His palms slid over your knees and parted them just enough so he could stand between your thighs. “Happy now?” he asked while setting the plate on the counter beside you. “Very,” you said as you picked up a fork and shoveled a bite of egg into your mouth. You chewed and swallowed, then forked another piece and held it up toward him. “Open.” He arched a brow but leaned down anyway. His lips closed around the bite while his hands stayed firm on your thighs and his thumbs brushed higher. You smirked while he chewed. “Good?” He swallowed and his mouth curved against your cheek when he kissed you. “Not bad, but I like you feeding me better.”

His palms stayed heavy on your thighs while you stole another forkful of egg. You swung your legs against the counter just to tease him and he kissed your cheek while you chewed. His voice was low against your ear. “You are lucky I do not mind cooking for you.” You smirked and gave him another bite while he leaned forward without a word. His mouth touched your fingers before he licked the cheese off his lip with a grin that showed he knew what he was doing. Heat spread low in your belly but you left it there. You only watched while he ate half the plate before nudging it back to you. By the time the plates were clean, the kitchen smelled like butter and coffee and your thighs ached from being spread around him too long. He stayed between your legs until the last sip of juice was gone and he brushed kisses along your jaw whenever you leaned close. When he finally pulled you down from the counter your legs wrapped around his waist again and your laugh was muffled in his chest.

Hours later the food was forgotten and the two of you were tangled on the couch in the living room. The couch sank under both your weight and the cushions were soft enough that you slouched without thinking. His boxers rode low on his hips and the waistband sat loose after he had stretched out all afternoon. You curled in toward him with your knees bent and tucked against his side so your body faced his chest. The oversized shirt slipped up your thighs. The cotton barely covered anything when you moved. He pulled you in with an arm around your waist while his other hand stayed on your leg. His thumb dragged back and forth because he could not stop touching you. The movie played quietly in the background and the voices on the screen faded while his breathing filled your ears. Your cheek rested on his bare chest and you could feel the heat of his skin. The rise and fall of his chest pressed against your face each time he laughed at something on the screen. He glanced down when you sighed and he caught the way your lips brushed his collarbone. “You are not even watching,” he muttered while his mouth curled as he kissed the top of your head. Your nose brushed his skin when you answered, “Neither are you.” He chuckled and tugged you tighter against him as his hand spread wider across your thigh. It felt like he wanted to keep you exactly where you were.

Your cheek brushed his chest and your lips pressed to his skin and when you breathed in it was only him filling your head until you could not sit still anymore. You tipped your face up and ran your nose along his neck before pressing a slow kiss there. His arm squeezed tighter around your waist as if he felt you plotting something. “You are getting handsy,” he muttered and his voice was low like he was already smiling at you. His stubble scratched your temple while he turned to kiss your hair. You grinned against his throat and mouthed at the skin under his jaw until you left a wet spot there before pulling back. “So? You do not like it?” you asked with a tone that was too sweet to be real. He laughed through his nose and tilted his head so you could get at more of his neck. It felt like he wanted you to keep going. “I did not say that. I am just pointing it out.” You did not answer and you slid your hand down his stomach until your fingers touched the loose waistband of his boxers.

The cotton dipped when you pulled and your knuckles pressed against his cock through the fabric. His breath caught and it was quiet yet his arm stayed heavy around you. “Baby,” he warned, although it did not sound serious. His eyes stayed on the TV while his jaw tightened when you pushed your hand inside the waistband. You did not rush and only teased the elastic with your fingers. You slid your hand deeper into his boxers and teased the waistband until his cock pressed against your palm. His arm tightened around your waist as if he thought he could stop you yet you slipped free from his hold and dropped down from the couch before he could react. You were kneeling between his legs and you pressed his thighs apart until they opened wide for you. He leaned back against the cushions with his jaw slack while your eyes lifted to his face like you were asking permission. A smirk curved his mouth as he looked down at you and his hair fell over his forehead. “So you are suddenly not sick anymore?” His tone sounded mocking yet his cock twitched in your hand when you pulled it out from his boxers. “What happened to not being able to get out of bed?”

Heat burned across your face yet your grip stayed steady around him. You stroked him slowly from the base to the tip and squeezed just enough to make his head fall back for a second. “Guess I am feeling better now,” you murmured while your thumb dragged over the slit until precum smeared warm across your skin. Dick laughed under his breath and the sound came out low and rough. “Figures. You fake cough all morning and now you are on your knees begging for my cock.” His hand came down to rest heavily on your head and his fingers threaded into your hair. “Pathetic baby.” The word only made your thighs press together. Your hand pumped him harder and your wrist twisted when you reached the swollen tip. His length throbbed in your grip and it was thick and hot while his abs tightened every time you squeezed a little firmer. He grunted through his teeth with his eyes fixed on you and the sound made your pussy clench around nothing.

“You really want this huh?” he muttered and he tugged lightly at your hair as your strokes picked up. “Sick little liar.” Your hand stayed on his cock and you stroked him slowly and it dragged another low grunt from his chest. The sound made your stomach twist so you leaned in and pressed your mouth to his thigh and you tasted his skin. His fingers flexed in your hair like he already knew what you were thinking. “I miss you,” you whispered against his skin and your eyes flicked up to meet him. The words slipped out before you could stop them and they felt soft but unsteady. His brow lifted and the smirk returned to his lips while he sat deeper into the couch. “Yeah?” His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your scalp and it held you in place just enough that you had to look up at him. “That is why you are down here stroking my cock? Because you miss me?”

Heat rushed through your chest and you nodded quickly with your cheeks burning as you admitted it. “You have been busy,” you said and your mouth brushed his inner thigh with every word. “Between work and… you know… Nightwing stuff… I barely get you anymore.” He laughed low and leaned forward until his chest almost brushed your forehead. “So your solution is to get on your knees and beg for my cock? That is how you show me you miss me?” Your head dipped in another small nod and this time it was more bashful. His cock twitched in your hand when you gave a firm stroke and precum smeared across your palm. “God you are cute when you are desperate,” he muttered and he guided your hand tighter around him before pulling it back. His fingers caught your chin and tilted your face up. “Open those pretty eyes. Let me see how bad you want it.”

Your lashes lifted and your gaze stayed wide while his cock brushed your cheek as he shifted forward. He used his grip on your hair to guide your head lower and the thick head nudged your lips until you parted them on instinct. His smirk widened when you let your tongue slip out and brush the tip with a soft and needy sound. “Missed me so much you are drooling already,” he teased and he dragged himself along your lips like he was testing how long you would last. His voice dropped rough when he pushed you closer. “Go on baby. Show me how much.” Your mouth opens willingly as the first taste of him hits your tongue while his hand presses harder against the back of your head. He doesn’t push too deep yet but he gives you just enough to fill your mouth and make your throat tighten around a broken whimper. His chest shakes with another laugh as he watches you with that look that makes your stomach twist. His other hand stays heavy on his thigh while his cock drags across your tongue. “Yeah,” he breathes with his jaw tight and his eyes locked right on you. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

Your lips stay tight around the fat head of his cock so his breath catches when the wet heat of your mouth pulls him in. The taste spreads thick across your tongue while you sink lower and let him slide past your teeth until he’s pressing heavy against the back of your tongue. A rough groan works its way out of his chest when your cheeks hollow and his fingers yank tighter in your hair. He smirks down at you with his voice dropping low as he mutters, “There you go… fuck, look at you.” The way his cock stuffs your mouth makes drool slip down the corner of your lips so you swallow hard just to keep up before pushing down farther. His thighs go tight under your hands when you take him deeper, tongue dragging along his length until your nose bumps his stomach. You pull back slowly with a wet pop so spit stretches between your lips and the flushed tip. You breathe heavy through the mess on your chin but he just laughs low in his chest when you dive right back down. You lick up the thick vein along the underside before sucking him deep again. “Greedy little mouth,” he grunts while his thumb drags over your cheek like he can’t believe how bad you want it.

Heat rushed between your legs as you bobbed your head and your pace built while his cock throbbed against your tongue. He hissed when your nails dug into his thighs for balance and his chest rose fast and you knew he was fighting to keep control. The sound of your gag when he hit the back of your throat made him shudder and he whispered “Fuck don’t stop.” His hips twitched like he wanted to push further yet he held back and let you set the pace while his eyes stayed locked on you taking him down again and again. Your mouth stayed full of him as you sank and spit slid from your lips to wet his cock until it dripped down your chin. The weight of him pressed against the back of your tongue and you swallowed around it because you wanted to feel every inch. His groan rumbled low in his chest as his fingers tightened in your hair and he pulled just enough to make your eyes lift to his face. He looked down at you with that half grin and flushed cheeks and muttered “Fuck baby… You take me too good.”

The praise made your stomach twist so you pressed your tongue harder under his length as you moved back up. You sucked around the tip and tasted the mix of spit and precum before you pushed down again until your nose nearly brushed his stomach. He hissed between his teeth and his hips twitched like he was fighting not to push deeper. When you gagged softly around him a laugh left his throat and he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “You like this that much? Greedy fucking mouth.” Heat pooled low in your belly as you moaned around him and the vibration dragged another curse out of him. He leaned his head back for a second with his jaw tight before he looked at you again. “Can I fuck your mouth?” His voice was rough like he already knew the answer but he still waited. Your hum wrapped around his cock as you kept him in your throat and your nails pressed harder into his thighs to steady yourself. The sound made his eyes darken and his breath left him in a short laugh. “That’s all I needed,” he muttered before pushing forward.

The first thrust was slow and it was just enough for you to feel the control slip into his hands. He watched your lips spread wide around his cock and his hand held you steady while his hips met your mouth again. The wet noise filled the room as he started moving shallow at first and then deeper when he heard your muffled gasp. Spit smeared down your chin and thick strings clung when he pulled back only to slide in again. “Look at you… fuck… letting me use you like this,” he grunted and his voice broke into another curse as he pushed all the way down. Your throat tightened around him and your eyes watered as you moaned and he groaned back “God don’t stop giving me those sounds.” His hips pressed forward and the thick length of his cock slid deep until your throat tightened around the head. He stayed there for a few seconds groaning while he watched your lips spread wide around him. Drool clung to your chin while your nails scraped at his thighs to keep yourself steady. When he pulled back it was only to push in again with slow force like he was testing how much you could take. A wet gag slipped out of you and his smirk grew meaner as he muttered “That’s it… relax that throat for me.”

The pause after every deep thrust had you gasping around him and spit dripped onto your chest while he held your head steady. He looked down at you with his chest rising heavy and asked “You like me fucking you like this?” His cock pressed against the back of your throat again and your muffled moan wrapped around him. He hissed through his teeth and chuckled low with his thumb dragging across your wet bottom lip. “God you sound so good when I’m stuffing your mouth full.” Another push had you gagging louder with your eyes watering as he sank all the way to the base. He groaned at the sight and kept you there not moving until your throat fluttered around him. Your hands trembled on his thighs and when he finally pulled back air rushed into your lungs. Before you could catch your breath he gave you three quick thrusts and each one made a filthy squelch echo in the room. “Training you nice and slow,” he muttered with a rough laugh and rolled his hips forward until your throat squeezed him again.

“Gonna make sure you take me deeper every time.” Your choked hum around his cock made him curse and he muttered “Yeah… keep that up. Fucking perfect mouth.” Your throat had finally loosened enough that the strain eased and his grin showed he noticed. The way your gag softened only encouraged him and before you could prepare his hips started to move with steady force. His cock slid in deeper and his groans turned rough as your throat swallowed around him. Wet noises filled the room while each thrust pushed spit down your chin and his fingers tightened on the back of your head. “Fuck that’s better,” he muttered through clenched teeth while his hips rocked harder. You tried to steady your breathing but every push left your throat stuffed full. When he caught your teary eyes looking up a smirk tugged at his mouth. “Knew you’d open up for me. Look at you taking me so easy now.” Your muffled whimper vibrated around him and dragged another low curse out of his chest. He leaned down slightly and his voice turned darker when he asked “You like me using your throat like this?” The only answer you could give was a weak hum and the sound made him groan deep. His hips picked up speed and he fucked into you in smooth strokes until his cock slammed to the back of your throat and stayed there.

You gagged hard with your eyes watering even more and he pulled back just enough to let you gasp through your nose before sinking back inside. “Messy little mouth,” he said with a short laugh while his thumb brushed away the spit stringing down your chin. “You’re dripping all over yourself and you don’t even care.” He dragged his cock out slowly just to shove it back in and grunted when the head pushed past the tightest part of your throat. “God… so fucking tight back there.” Your nails dug into his thighs as he drove in deeper and he set a rough pace now that your body gave less fight. The wet gagging and filthy squelch filled the air while his voice stayed low and harsh above you. “That’s it take it. Don’t stop looking at me.” He groaned when your eyes stayed locked on his and your face flushed wet and messy. His cock slid again and again while his hips snapped forward without pause and the broken sounds spilling from you only made him curse louder. “Fuck yeah,” he growled while he held your head still and drove in hard. “This throat was made for me.”

Your throat was sore by the time he eased back and spit dripped from your lips while his cock glistened with your saliva. The way he looked down at you with his chest rising hard and his jaw tense told you how close he was. A wicked thought flickered and before he could shove back in you pulled away with a wet gasp and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. His groan came out rough and strained like he couldn’t believe you stopped right there. “Don’t,” he warned low but your smirk only widened as you leaned back on your hands. “What?” you teased with your eyes glinting with mischief while you licked your bottom lip and tasted him on your tongue. “You were about to cum weren’t you?” His head dropped forward with dark hair falling into his eyes and the way his fist tightened around the base of his cock made your body clench with heat. “Brat,” he muttered under his breath with his voice hoarse as he looked at you like he might snap in two seconds. “You think that’s funny?” You tilted your head feigning innocence while his shirt hung loose on your body with no bra underneath and one strap sliding down your shoulder to show more skin. Only your panties clung to you and the thin fabric was damp from how badly you wanted him.

“Bed?” you asked lightly like it was a casual suggestion though your smile gave you away. That single word snapped whatever patience he had left. The next moment he was standing with his cock still flushed and heavy against his stomach as his boxers were tugged down just enough to free himself. His hands slid under your thighs as he bent and lifted you off the couch without hesitation. The strength in his arms made your stomach flip so your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer while you clung to his shoulders. “Could’ve just asked nicely,” he growled against your neck while carrying you down the hall. His teeth grazed your skin until you let out a heavy gasp. Your back hit the bedroom doorframe when he shoved it open with his shoulder and his grip tightened like he didn’t trust you not to wriggle away again. “Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” you murmured against his ear as your tongue flicked against his jaw just to rile him up further. His answering grunt came hot and low as his cock pressed into your soaked panties while he carried you straight to the bed.

When he threw you down onto the mattress his shirt rode high on your body so your breasts were outlined under the thin cotton. He bent over with his teeth closing around the fabric to pull it taut over your nipple before sucking hard until the wet heat seeped straight through the shirt and made you gasp. His mouth stayed there to tug and lick until the cotton turned damp with his spit. While he devoured you through his shirt his hands worked at your hips to hook into your panties and peel them down. He didn’t stop kissing and sucking your covered breast even as he shoved his boxers off so they dropped to the floor. By the time he pulled back your panties were gone and his cock was free with the only thing left between you being his shirt sticking to your chest where his mouth had soaked it. His shirt hangs loose on you and it keeps brushing your skin whenever you move. The sleeves won’t stay on your shoulders and the hem is so short it barely even covers your thighs. When his eyes dragged over you his mouth twisted into something smug. “Looks better on you than it ever did on me,” he muttered with his voice thick as his hand dragged up your leg to spread it wider until your panties strained against the wet between your thighs. Heat flushed up your neck at the way he stared, hungry and unblinking, so you let your knees fall open further on the bed to tease him with the soft grind of your hips. “Should I take it off then?” you asked as your fingers slid under the edge of the shirt like you might pull it away. “No. Leave it on.”

That answer only pulled a smirk from you. “Fine…” you breathed while dragging the hem up anyway until the fabric bunched just under your collarbones to leave your tits bare and tight in the cool air. His gaze snapped down and you saw his cock twitch heavily and flush as he stepped closer to the edge of the mattress. You teased him more when you cupped your own breast and you let your thumb flick across your nipple while you tilted your head at him. “Like this better?” The sound that tore from his throat was half a groan and half a curse as his hand wrapped around his cock to line himself up with your pussy. “You’re such a fucking tease,” he rasped while dragging the thick head through your folds until slick and coated him. Your breath stuttered when the blunt press of his cockhead caught against your entrance. “So? You gonna fuck me or keep talking?” you whispered with a grin tugging at your lips even as your hips pushed forward in need.

His eyes burned into yours with his jaw clenched tight before his tip eased past your opening to spread you inch by inch. “Yeah,” he muttered with his voice deep as his cock slid further inside, “I’ll fuck you.” Your back arched and your hands fisted the sheets with the shirt rucked up high so your tits bounced free while he pushed deeper, taking every bit of your tease and turning it back on you. His cock kept pressing in until your back sank into the mattress and your hand scrambled for his. His fingers caught yours and locked tight, holding your palm down beside your head while his weight pinned you beneath him. He pressed flush against you with his forehead brushing yours as he muttered, “Look at me. I wanna see that face.” The words left him rough while his other hand slipped between your thighs. The pad of his thumb found your clit and circled slowly to match the steady push of his cock as it stretched you wide.

The drag of him inside made your chest rise quickly and heat spread down your stomach until you let out a broken sound when his thumb pressed harder against your clit. He tilted his head until his mouth was right at your ear and whispered, “Feel good?” The tease had you nodding fast with your nails digging into the hand that held yours down. “Say it,” he pressed while thrusting deeper. You let out a shaky moan and gasped, “Feels so fucking good, Dick.” His chest rumbled with a low grunt and he kissed the side of your jaw while his hips rolled slowly so you could feel every inch. The steady drag turned quicker and the slap of his hips against your thighs grew louder as his pace turned rough. You squeezed his hand tight because his grip on your wrist kept you pinned. The faster he moved the more your body trembled underneath him. He watched your mouth fall open and he muttered, “God, look at you. Can’t even talk right now.”

Your breath spilled hot against his cheek when you whined, “F-faster-please, Dick.” His smirk curved against your lips then he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force jolted through you and your cry spilled into his mouth when he kissed you. His thumb kept rubbing your clit in messy circles and he groaned against your lips as his pace quickened. “So fucking wet for me. You hear that?” The sound of your pussy sucking him in with every rough thrust made your cheeks burn yet you could barely think about anything except the way your cunt clenched tight around him. His hand squeezed yours harder so you would stay grounded. His pace turned brutal and every thrust shook the headboard. Each stroke dragged another cry out of your throat until your body twisted beneath him.

His cock pushed in deep again and your back arched against the mattress. His grip on your hand stayed firm so your palm stayed pinned beside your head. His other hand never let up on your clit and the pressure stayed steady while his thumb rolled in tight circles. Each thrust hit the same spot inside until the mix of both touches made your whole body twitch under him. “Shit, you’re squeezing me so tight,” he muttered against your mouth. His voice was low and rough while his cock drove back into your cunt. You let out a choked moan and shook your head against the pillow as your words broke apart. “C-can’t-Dick, too much.” The plea only made his eyes darken so he leaned down and pressed his lips to your cheek. “Yeah? That’s exactly how I want you,” he said with a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth while his thumb dragged over your clit faster.

Your thighs shook with every thrust and the sound of your wet pussy getting filled over and over had your face burning hot. He groaned at the noise then kissed you hard so he could swallow the messy sounds spilling from your throat. When you pull back for air his eyes stay on your face. He watches your mouth twitch and your eyes roll while his cock pushes in deeper. “Fuck, I love watching you like this. You don’t even know how good you look.” The headboard tapped against the wall with the force of his hips and your cries pitched higher when his fingers pressed down harder against your clit. You writhed beneath him and your legs trembled around his waist but his grip on your hand kept you trapped. “Don’t pull away,” he said through gritted teeth when you tried to twist your hips. “Take it. Let me see how much you can handle.”

Your chest rose in quick bursts and your nails dug half-moons into his knuckles while he pounded into your cunt. Every thrust hit deep until your body felt too tight and too full, begging for release. His thumb rubbed against your clit again and again until you could barely breathe. He could feel how close you were so his smirk grew wider as he pressed his forehead to yours and whispered, “Doing so good, baby.” Your body snapped when it finally hit. Your toes curled and your thighs shook hard around his waist while the orgasm tore through you so fast that your cry broke into gasps. Your nails clawed at his hand where it stayed locked with yours. You thought he would slow down or maybe let you breathe but Dick only pressed in deeper and fucked through the way your pussy clenched down hard on his cock.

“Yeah… that’s it. Cum on me, baby,” he growled against your ear. His voice was rough from how hard he was breathing and his thumb stayed tight on your clit as he dragged rough circles that had you jerking under him and twitching against the sheets. You tried to twist your hips away from the pressure but his weight kept you down and the pace of his cock never faltered. Your eyes squeezed shut as another sound spilled from your lips high and broken but he caught your chin with his teeth and muttered, “Look at me. Don’t hide that face from me.” You blinked up at him with watery eyes while your body spasmed around his cock and he smirked when he saw the mess of your mouth trembling. Then he slammed harder into you and dragged another cry from your throat.

“Too much-hnngh-fuck, I can’t,” you gasped. Your voice came out almost like a sob as his hand crushed yours harder into the mattress while his thumb rubbed mercilessly at your clit. “Yes you can,” he answered, groaning when your walls gripped him again. “You’re taking it so good, you don’t even know.” The wet slap of your pussy getting pounded filled the room and mixed with the creak of the bed. Your chest heaved while every nerve burned as his cock drove deeper and hit the same spot that already had you shaking apart once. You whimpered his name with your lips brushing his jaw when he leaned close and his grunt shook against your skin. “Cum all over me again. I’m not stopping until I feel you do it.”

The demand pulled another shiver through you and your cunt tightened so much you swore you couldn’t breathe. Every push in made your thighs tremble harder and your whole body stayed caught in the overwhelming drag of pleasure that never stopped. His cock kept fucking through it and his thumb never left your clit while he forced your body to take everything he gave without pause. The orgasm left your body weak but Dick didn’t ease up. His thrusts only grew harder as he slammed you into the mattress until the bedframe rattled against the wall. Your nails dug into his wrist and you tried to push him back while your voice broke between moans. “N-no, Dick-slow down, fuck, I can’t.” The words tumbled out almost like a whine but he only growled as his hips crashed into you again. “Yes, you can. You’re taking me. Look at this pussy gripping me like it doesn’t want to let go.”

Your legs kicked around his waist in protest but the move only made him smirk. He pressed his chest heavily into you and pinned you down even tighter. You leaned forward to bite at his shoulder and your teeth sank in with a muffled cry. He hissed at the sting before chuckling against your ear. “Oh, you’re really trying to fight me now?” His voice was low and taunting while he shoved even deeper and made you gasp from the stretch. “Go on, bite me again. I’ll just fuck you harder.” Your thighs shook under the relentless pace and your pussy squeezed him so tight it was almost painful. He kept his hand wrapped around yours above your head and your knuckles turned white from how hard you clutched him. Every slam of his cock knocked the air out of you and the sound of skin on skin echoed through the room. You whined, “S-stop, I c-can’t” but he cut you off with a kiss and swallowed the words while pounding even rougher into your cunt.

The mess between your legs dripped down the sheets wet and filthy and Dick groaned when he felt the slick slide every time he buried himself to the hilt. His mouth trailed to your jaw as he muttered against your skin, “So fucking tight. Gonna fill you up.” You whimpered when his thrusts turned sloppy and his grunts grew heavier. His cock twitched inside you as he drove to the base over and over. Your body arched helplessly beneath him and your legs trembled while his pace stayed brutal. The heat of his breath hit your neck as he cursed, “Fuck fuck I’m gonna cum inside this pussy.” He pushed in deep one last time and his hips ground against you as his cock spilled hot inside while his groan rasped low in your ear.

His cock slipped out of you wet and messy and before you could even catch your breath he grabbed your hips and rolled you over. Your knees hit the sheets and he dragged your ass up before his palm cracked against it in one clean slap. The sting made your cunt clench again and he stared at the way it bounced for him. His hand lingered to squeeze as he muttered with a rough laugh, “Look at that. Can you take another?” The question was pointless because he was already pushing himself back inside and splitting you open all over again. You groaned into the pillow and your voice came out muffled as you tried to twist your head back. “Too much,” you whined and arched away from the drive of his hips. “Fucking too much, Dick.” Your hand shoved at the sheets like you could crawl forward but he pressed his palm between your shoulder blades and pinned you down. His cock pushed deep and his balls smacked against you while he leaned close. “Didn’t you want me to stay over today?” he asked as his hips ground just enough to make you gasp.

You turned your face to the side and sweat stuck your hair to your cheek as you looked at him with a bratty pout. “Mhmm… I said that,” you answered. The words broke when he thrust hard into you again. “But I didn’t mean you’d fuck me till I can’t walk.” He smirked against your ear and kissed the edge of your jaw while his cock dragged out slowly before slamming back in. “Yeah well, I’m just helping you right? Making sure you get what you asked for.” His grip tightened on your waist and he drove into you fast again until the slap of his hips echoed. Your voice cracked into a moan and your thighs shook while he kept you pressed down and unable to escape the steady pounding. You gasped, “Dick-fuck, ngh, wait-” but he only groaned and bit at your shoulder. “Take it. Take all of it. You can cry about it later when you’re full of me.” His hand slid from your waist to your throat and his thick forearm hooked tight around you until your back arched against his chest.

His bicep pressed against the side of your face and locked you in a headlock while his cock kept driving deep. The air rushed out of your lungs in broken gasps and every thrust forced another noise out of you. “Dick- nghh- fuck, I can’t breathe right,” you whined as your nails dug into his arm, though your pussy squeezed him even tighter. He laughed into your ear low and smug and pulled you higher until you were kneeling, bent and helpless in his hold. His hips slapped against your ass with steady force and his cock battered your cunt until your thighs trembled. “Missed this,” he muttered and bit at your jaw before dragging his tongue down your neck. “You told me you missed me right? I missed you too.” You choked on a moan as his arm flexed and his muscle strained against your throat. The pressure made your vision spot for a second but the rush of it sent heat flooding down your spine. You tried to twist your head and panted, “S-slow down, it’s too much-” but he only growled and snapped his hips harder until your body jolted with the impact. “Don’t lie. Your pussy’s begging for it.”

The sound of your wetness echoed every time he bottomed out and his cock dragged slick from your cunt as he used you like a toy. Your hands clawed at the sheets in desperation for something to hold but he yanked you back against him until you were fully trapped in his arms. “Stay still,” he ordered with a rough voice as his thrusts grew faster. “You take what I give you.” Your head lolled against his bicep and drool slipped from your lips with every broken gasp. You sobbed, “Hhhnn- Dick- fuck-” and he grunted while burying his cock all the way inside. His arm squeezed your throat tighter and his voice was rough against your ear. “Good girl. I’ve got you.” His arm locked harder around your throat and his bicep pressed against your cheek while his cock slammed into your cunt. Every thrust shook through your body and forced moans out of you that broke against his skin. Your hands clawed at his forearm but instead of letting up he only dragged you closer against his chest. His free hand slid up and his fingers pried at your lips until two pushed past your tongue. You gagged around them and spit ran down your chin while he groaned low.

“Yeah… that’s it. Open wider,” he muttered as he ground his cock deep before pulling back out slow enough to make you whimper. His fingers curled against your tongue and rubbed over the wet muscle as he looked down at you. “Knew you’d let me use you like this. You feel how messy do are you right now?” You tried to answer but the words came out muffled around his fingers. Drool coated his knuckles while your throat worked and your body jerked every time he bottomed out. “Mmfhh-nghh, Dick-!” Your voice was wrecked and strangled against his arm. He only smirked with his chest pressed to your back while he drove his cock harder into your soaked slit.

Your cunt clenched tight and your walls fluttered around him and he felt it right away. “Oh, you’re cumming again,” he said with a voice dripping with satisfaction. His thrusts turned brutal and each one forced your body to shake in his grip. His arm flexed tighter around your neck as you came and your juices spilled down your thighs. You cried against his fingers and drooled while moaning through the orgasm, your legs twitching as he fucked you through it. “Good girl… that’s it, squeeze me. Don’t stop now.” His voice was hot against your ear and rough with every grunt. His cock kept slamming into you and his fingers still filled your mouth until your moans were soaked and muffled. You tried to push at his arm but the more you struggled the harder he fucked into you.

“Missed you,” he breathed out as he kissed the side of your head while you shook helplessly in his hold. “Told you I’d remind you how much.” His cock kept slamming into your cunt and each thrust grew heavier than the last. Your whole body shook in his arms and his grip locked tight around your neck as his fingers pressed down on your tongue. Drool ran over his knuckles and down your chin yet he only grunted when he saw the mess. “So tight,” he growled against your ear as his hips snapped forward until your eyes rolled back. You gagged around his fingers with muffled sounds spilling while he used you. The stretch was brutal and every push knocked the air from your chest. Your walls clenched hard and milked him while you came again and he did not slow down for even a second.

“Yeah, squeeze me like that,” he muttered as his teeth dragged against your skin. His pace only grew rougher with his cock driving so deep you swore you felt him in your stomach. Your legs trembled under the weight of it yet he held you steady and forced you to take every inch. “I’m not done with you,” he said with a voice low and rough. His cock pulsed inside and his balls slapped wet against your ass. You tried to moan his name yet it broke apart against his fingers. He groaned as his hips pushed hard and he fucked through the tight clutch of your pussy. Then he came and his cock twitched deep as his cum spilled hot inside. You gasped around his hand with your belly filling from every heavy push of his load. He did not pull out. Instead, he pressed deeper and held you down on his cock until you felt him throb all the way inside. “Stay still. Let me fill you,” he ordered while his arm flexed around your throat and he kept rutting into your soaked pussy. He spilled every drop until he was sure it was buried deep where he wanted it.

His cock slipped out slowly and left your cunt messy and dripping as both of you collapsed onto the bed. The mattress caught your weight and you turned into him right away, clinging like you were afraid he might leave. Your face pressed into the warm skin of his neck while your arms wrapped tight around him and your thighs tangled with his. “Mmhh fuck you,” you muttered against his throat with your voice still shaky. Your teeth grazed the skin there and bit down hard enough to make him hiss. He chuckled low and tired with one hand running down your back. “You’re mad at me now?” he asked softly as he tilted his head when you bit him again. His arm tightened around your waist and pulled you closer until your chest pressed flush to his. “You were so fucking rough,” you whispered as tears stung your eyes and slipped onto his skin. You sniffled with your nose pressed into his neck, refusing to look at him. His hand came up right away and his thumb wiped under your eye even as you buried yourself deeper against him.

“I know, I’m sorry baby,” he says and his lips press against the side of your head. His hand comes up to your jaw and he guides you to lift a little so he can see your face. You only pouted with your eyes glassy while you clung tighter to his shoulders. “You’re not forgiven,” you mumbled while hugging him like a koala, your nails digging into his back. His lips curved into a smile and he kissed your forehead again and again with quiet whispers between every kiss. “I’ll make it up to you… promise. Whatever you want.” His voice stays soft while you nuzzle deeper into his neck and you hold on like you are never letting go. When he whispers, “I’ve got you,” for a second you almost believe it. A tired laugh slipped out of you that sounded half soft and half bratty and you tilted your head just enough to meet his eyes. “Whatever I want huh?” Your nails dragged lightly across his chest as you traced circles like you were pretending to think. “Then I want a new ring. Diamond. Big one.” He blinked at you, caught off guard, and you bit into his shoulder with a grin.

“You’re serious?” he asked with his brows lifting as his gaze searched your face. You nodded with your lips twitching as you buried yourself back against him. “And that’s just the start,” you say as you tighten your legs around his waist like you are not letting go. “Every single time you fuck me like that you’re making it up to me after. I don’t care if it’s gifts or food or carrying me around all day. You’re working for it.” He lets out a groan in his chest and tips his head back on the pillow with a slow sigh. “You’re gonna bleed me dry, you know that?” You smiled into his neck and bit him again before you whispered, “Good. That’s the point.” His arms circled tighter around you and his hand cupped the back of your head while he muttered curses under his breath. “Fine. I’ll do it. All of it,” he admitted as his lips brushed your hair. “But you’re such a brat.” You pouted up at him with eyes still glassy from earlier and said, “Not a brat. I’m your wife.” His laugh was soft as he kissed your forehead. “Yeah. Mine.” He held you closer and let you settle against him while your bratty little list already started forming in your head.

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