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How about I plug your pussy and not allow either of us to touch it. And instead I only fuck your asshole. I only fuck your ass like my personal little anal cumdump. Dumping wave after wave of hot cum inside your ass whenever I fucking want. Even when you whimper and beg for me to touch your pussy I wonât. Iâm denying you of that right you pathetic filthy anal whore. Learn your place poor thing. Your pussy isnât to be touched. Your ass it to be used by me and plenty of others. You are an anal cumdump.
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best friend who, upon discovering you've never been eaten out before, immediately has to change that. he doesn't waste any time pinning you to the couch and nudging your clothed slit with his sharp nose, licking the dampening gusset, not bothering to take your underwear off. pulling it to the side instead so he can suck on your clit and watch you writhe underneath him, mouth agape, unable to make a sound. he knows he's blowing your mind. knows he's ruining you for anyone else. fucking delights in it. he has your cute little pussy gushing like he's always dreamed of, your hands tugging on his hair. knows it won't take much longer before you're begging him for his cock. knows you'll be his when you're moaning his name. you're the sweetest thing he's ever seen or tasted â and you belong to him now <33
content: msby!kiyoomi, female reader, best friend!kiyoomi, pwp, cunnilingus, fingering, kinda best friends to lovers. word count: 2,7k.
note: this was supposed to be shameless smut but ended up being kind of romantic (?) just because a kiyoomi being in love with us is my sexual fantasy. also, i'm not satisfied with the ending, but i had no other ideas. maybe when i come up with something better ill change it, who knows :p
âKiyoomi, do you go down on girls?â
The question took Kiyoomi off guard. You guys had spent the last twenty minutes in almost complete silence, just hanging out in his living room and completely ignoring the random movie you had chosen because you both were scrolling through your phones, which is why the last thing he expected to hear out of the blue was such a question.
He turned to look at you, who were lying across the couch with your feet resting in his lap and still staring at your phone screen. Not knowing what to say, a âhuhâ was the only thing he could think of.Â
âJust answer.â You poked his thigh with your foot. âItâs not like weâre strangers.âÂ
That was true. You two were good friends, practically best friends, and therefore, you both had full confidence in each other. But, you had always kept a limit when it came to talking about both his sex life and yours, to the point where that part of your respective lives was a complete mystery to each other.Â
And this is a secretâ but he liked it that way. Because he was more than sure that he didnât want to know what you did with other men at all. Just thinking about it made his stomach turn with jealousy. Thatâs the reason he didnât bother to tell you about his own experiences with other women either, just in case there was a small chance that you might feel the same way he did.Â
âNone of your business.â He answered sharply.Â
You rolled your eyes before getting up from your comfortable position to sit cross-legged, âCâmon, Kiyoomi, Itâs just a question.â
âA question I wonât answer.â
âWhy not?â You crossed your arms, looking at him defiantly.Â
Kiyoomi narrowed his eyes at your posture, why did you suddenly want to know that? Moreover, why did you insist on wanting to know? Did someone say something to you? Is there a rumor about him? Or maybe you had suddenly awakened an interest in him? He was overthinking, but still he hoped more than anything that it was the latter option rather than the others.Â
âJust because.â He said, and before you could protest, he continued: âAnd, why are you asking anyway?âÂ
A smirk appeared on your face, âIf you answer my question, Iâll answer yours. Deal?â
âNever mind.â
âYouâll never know why I asked, then.â You said, casually looking at your nails. âUnless we make a deal.â
He shouldnât accept so easily, he knew, but now he was genuinely curious why you broke an unspoken rule between you two to ask him if he did orals, of all things.Â
So, he agreed. âDeal.â
Your smile of victory almost made him smile too, but he did his best to remain serious. âOkay. Tell me.â
He sighed before answering honestly. âI do.â
Your eyes widened and an incredulous laugh escaped your lips before you said, âReally?â The surprise in your voice made him frown, why was that surprising? Should he be offended?
âYeah.â
âAre you serious? You go down on girls?â You couldn't even hide the disbelief in your voice. âYou?â
âI already said yes. Now, tell me. Why are you asking?â
Without further ado, you grabbed your phone that had been forgotten in your lap to unlock it, and a second later you were showing him what appeared to be your TikTok feed.
âA fan made a TikTok with the title: Ranking how good MSBY players are at giving head and you were raked as a zero just because heâd rather die than put his mouth there.â
What the fuck?!
âLet me see that.â
In the blink of an eye, Kiyoomi snatched the phone from you to watch the video with his own eyes, regretting it as soon as it started thanks to the embarrassing selection of music and photos chosen from the team members. He scoffed, a random person on the internet had felt entitled to make this kind of ranking just based on appearances and assumptions. Itâs not like they could have any real evidence at the end of the day. But it seems that for many people a video of this kind told the absolute truth, because it had thousands of likes and thousands of comments, andâto his misfortuneâhe couldnât help but read them.
Now he wished he had never done it.Â
In addition to most of the comments agreeing and mocking Kiyoomiâs ranking, saying that at least his face makes up for it and that maybe he gives head as long as he has his face mask onâthat one was actually funny, but he wouldnât say that out loudâ, the other vast majority agreed that Atsumu and Bokuto were the best.Â
But the question here is, did you think the same?
âYou actually believe this crap?â He asked, actually sounding more hurt than he planned.Â
âKiyoomi, itâs just a TikTok. Of course, Iâll believe it.â You were obviously trying to make a joke, but still, the expression on his face showed pure disbelief. âIâm joking, jeez.â
âI know itâs a just TikTok, but I still want to know.â He sounded serious.Â
You sighed and rolled your eyes, perhaps thinking he was exaggerating, maybe he was, but he wasnât offended by the fact that someone made that video, there were probably hundreds just like it. It was the fact that you, of all people, seemed to agree with an assumption about him and his very private intimate life.Â
âKiyoomi, I just thought it was funny. Thatâs why I asked.â
âBut you didnât believe me when I told you I did.â
âI did believe you.â He narrowed his eyes, showing that he obviously didnât buy your words. âIâm not lying. I believed you, butâ I was just⌠shocked.â
âWhy?â
âItâs just thatâŚnever mind.â
âTell me.âÂ
You looked him in the eye for a few seconds before sighing heavily.
âYouâre⌠a little too special when it comes to cleanness andâ where you put your mouth, you know?â You werenât even looking him in the face, obviously nervous about the direction the conversation was taking. âIâm not judging you, we should all be careful where we put it. And, I just thought that⌠yeahâ You waved your hand as you finished, trying to play it down.Â
Kiyoomi couldnât blame you or others for thinking that, after all, that was the kind of reputation he built for himself. But, even when he didnât care what others thought about him, he always cared what you thought; for that reason alone, he wasnât going to let you walk away with the wrong idea about him.Â
âYes, we should. But now you know that I actually go down.â He said, and, simply because he had a good feeling, he added: âAnd Iâm pretty good at it, I can assure you.â
You scoffed. âAre you?â
âI am.â Confidence exuded in his voice, perhaps that was exactly why the next words came out of his mouth: âYou want proof?â
What happened next was a delight to his eyes.Â
You got fucking nervous, of course he noticed, you were his best friend after all. You widened your eyes, opened your mouth a couple of times in an attempt to say something but nothing came out. But what was a poem for him, was to see how you moved your hips slightly, in a movement that could have gone unnoticed if he hadn't paid all his attention to you.Â
You cleared your throat as you looked away from his gaze. âI have no desire to ask your previous flings how good you are down there or watch any pornographic videos of you, so no, thanks.â You folded your arms as you sat up straight, suddenly finding the movie interesting.Â
The room fell into silence, accompanied by a heavy tension that you two were obviously aware of.Â
This situation was actually kind of funny. Thanks to a fucking TikTok, he now had an opportunity in front of him that he had been waiting for a long time. An opportunity he was going to take.Â
âI wasnât referring to that kind of proof.â
Three minutes later, you were lying on the couch with your head resting on a pillow, your pants thrown aside on the floor and Kiyoomi between your legs, spreading kisses across your belly.Â
âThis is weird.â You said, maybe in an attempt to break the intimate silence that had formed where only your breaths and his kisses could be heard.Â
âIt is.â He agreed before lowering his lips to your inner thighs, where he surprised you with a light bite that made you gasp. âWe can stop if you want.â
You were quick to reply with a no and he smirked against your skin. Of course you didnât want to stop, neither did he. Both of you by this point were already immersed in lust, even though it had only been a few minutes of foreplay.
When he was desperately taking off your pants minutes ago, Kiyoomi debated whether to just go for it or take it slow.Â
But the moment he saw the longing in your eyes, how pretty you looked underneath him, he knew he would take his time. He didnât just want to prove something to you; he actually wanted to taste you, to make you squirm, to make you enjoy this as much as he would.Â
Gently caressing your thighs with both hands, he moved down until his mouth made contact with your pelvis, where he left another trail of kisses until he reached right where your clit was. Still above the fabric of your panties, he kissed you there, which was enough to elicit a moan of frustration from you.
âPlease, just do it.âÂ
He kissed the same spot again before smirking. âLet me just go get my facemask, canât do this without it.âÂ
His sudden joke made you burst into laughter which elicited a chuckle from him. âDonât kill the mood.â You said as you gave a small pat to his hand that squeezed your thigh.Â
He smiled and brought both of his hands to the waistband of your panties, pulling them down slowly. âAt this point thatâs impossible.â
âI know.â You muttered as you lifted your hips to let him remove the garment easily.Â
As quickly as the garment hit the floor, Kiyoomiâs eyes focused on the middle of your legs, you may not have noticed, but the mere sight of your pussy glistening with your arousal made him twice as hard as he already was.Â
âDonât stare.â You said, trying to close your legs as much as you could since Kiyoomi was in the way.
No, no, no. There was no way for you to hide from him now, or ever.Â
âWhy not? Youâre so fucking hot in all places.âÂ
Hearing his words, in an act of fluster, you brought both of your hands to cover your face, perhaps trying to hide how his praise made you feel. âYou think so?â
The question came out almost in a whisper, and in response, he took both of your hands, interlaced your fingers and placed them on the sides of your head with the purpose of looking you in the eyes.Â
âThereâs no day when I donât think that youâre hot,â He confessed, his voice deep and serious with the purpose of making you understand that he was not playing games. âNow that I just told you how crazy Iâm for you, open your legs and let me make you feel good.â
You nodded, and staring at him with desire in your eyes, you opened your legs wide open again until that part of your body that he wanted to devour more than anything else was once again fully at his mercy.
Kiyoomi let go your hands and he lowered his body until his stomach made contact with the soft cushion of the couch. Now in that position, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, squeezing the flesh eagerly before dipping his head into the middle of your legs.Â
âGod.â You sighed, jerking your hips upward in surprise.Â
He played slowly with his tongue, running it up and down before concentrating on sucking your clit.Â
He was hard as fuck. Maybe more than he had ever been in his life. He even felt his tip leaking and was almost certain that if he started grinding his hips against the cushion, he could come at any moment. But he would save that for later. Right now, he was getting drunk on your taste and the sound of your moans.Â
And fuck⌠those moans were heaven itself.Â
He lowered his mouth, right at your entrance, where he began to lick gathering more of your juices before he deepened his mouth against your clit, sucking harder, quickly realizing that you liked it by the movement of your hips and the loud whimper that came out of your mouth.Â
Kiyoomi was getting excited, even more so when he felt your hands stroking his head before pulling his curls, holding him closer to you, as if you were afraid he would break away, taking with him the pleasure you were feeling, but Kiyoomi wasnât willing to do that, right now what he wanted most was you coming as hard as you could in his mouth.Â
Hungry to increase your pleasure, he didnât think twice when he let go of one of your thighs to stick a finger inside you, thrusting it in and out a few times before slipping another one in and curving his fingers to reach that sensitive spot inside you.Â
âThere, oh god, there.â
He would give you whatever you wanted, so he focused there. Feeling lovesick at this point. Loving the way you sounded. Loving the way you pulled his hair. Loving the way your tight pussy squeezed his fingers.Â
He moved his tongue back down to your entrance at the same time he pulled his fingers out, but only to start circling them over your clit. This is where you put a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming, but Kiyoomi didnât want that, he wanted to hear you come undone for him, no matter if it woke up the neighbors. So with his free hand he took you by the wrist at the same time that he separated his mouth from your sex.
âDonât hold back those sounds, I want to hear you scream for me. Okay?â
You nodded. Too shocked to formulate words.Â
âGood girl.â He praised before placing a short kiss on your wrist, releasing it a second later to immediately return to seal his mouth with your wet pussy.Â
This time he put both hands behind your knees to spread your legs wider and pushed them against your chest, giving himself more room to continue devouring you, proud that you were no longer shy to scream with pleasure when he flicked his tongue, sucked and bit your pretty pussy.Â
âIâm close. Fuck! Donât stop, please.â
Kiyoomi wouldnât stop, he was sure of that.
It was a matter of seconds when started to came in your best friendâs mouth.Â
Kiyoomi kept licking, drinking up all your release until your legs began to shake from overstimulation.Â
He gave a peck to your clit before gently letting go of your legs, settling them slowly on the cushion. He caressed your thighs as he left kiss after kiss on your belly, helping you relax as you tried to control your breathing after such an intense experience.Â
You were lying there staring at the ceiling, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Perhaps processing everything that just happened, but Kiyoomi wouldnât give you time for regrets, not now, not ever. He moved on top of you, resting his forearms on either side of your head and looked down at you, connecting your gazes before asking with a cocky smile on his face, âAnd? How was it?â
You let out a chuckle and rolled your eyes playfully before answering, âI think TikTok and I owe you an apology.â You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck. âYouâre definitely not a zero.â
âIâll be happy with yours alone.â He said before lowering his face further until your noses brushed, âYour opinion is the only one I care about afterall.â He added before finally kissing you.
You had been feeling confident today, dressed in your favorite skirt as you strode along. Hopping on the bus you shuffled through towards the back, no empty seats meant you were forced to stand. With one hand you firmly held the overhead bar to steady yourself on the bumpy ride. More people filed in. It was cramped but not suffocatingly so.
Watching the streets pass by through the window you felt someone graze your ass. It must have been an accident, there were so many people in there they probably didn't even notice they touched you.
You ignored it until it happened again, and again, the strokes becoming less gentle and more frequent. Looking over your shoulder you opened your mouth to say something to the man behind you but you were interrupted by his hand clamping over it. Using your free hand you tried to pull it away but he held onto your face tightly.
You wiggled a bit, trying to break free. His other hand grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed. You let out a muffled yelp. He kneaded the fat, quietly groaning to himself. You tried kicking back at him but the angle was all wrong and you kept missing him.
His hand crept up your waist, slithering under your shirt. You shivered at how his cold hands felt dancing across the skin of your stomach. He palmed at your breasts over your bra, beginning to subtly grind his aching cock against you. Prodding just below the top of your bra cup he found your nipple and pinched it hard. Your eyes started to water as he twisted and pulled the bud.
His hot laboured breaths hovered past your ear. Your struggle reignited when your felt him snake his hand down, down, down, dipping under the waistband of your panties. His fingers explored your folds, experimentally fanning them apart. You writhed and squeaked sounds of protest.
A women sat in front of you noticed your frantic fidgeting. Looking up to meet your eyes, she looked at you in shock. Desperately you tried to convey through your gaze that you needed help. Before she could respond to your silent plea, your eyes rolled back at the intrusion of his middle finger sinking itself inside your pussy.
The man was finished with the teasing touches. From his suppressed moans and rapid breathing you could tell he felt like a feral animal, caged but still seeking the stimulation he craved.
His digit pounded deep into your cunt, curling just the right way to bully your g-spot. He added another finger, stretching your hole some more. You tried to regain your focus on the woman seated in front of you. You were appalled to she her eyes jumping from your crotch to your fucked out face as she had her own hand down her pants rubbing herself.
You hated how the way he rubbed against the walls of your pussy shot waves of pleasure through you. Or how your rational mind was being chipped away with every thrust against the gummy spot inside you. Or how your molestation was so overwhelming to watch that a stranger chose to pleasure herself to it rather than stop it.
As lust overtook reason you melted into his touch. He rewarded your compliance by removing the hand over your mouth and instead shoving the fingers past your lips. You mindlessly sucked on them, earning a groan of approval from him.
Adding a third finger, he quickened his pace. The coil in your core grew and grew. At this point you didn't care about the squelching sounds coming from your cunt. You were white knuckling your grip on the support bar above as it was the only thing keeping you upright. Whimpering at the stimulation, you sounded like a pathetic mutt. When he pressed his thumb to your clit you broke, squirting all over his hand and your underwear. Your jaw dropped, your body quivered, and you violently jolted as you rode out your orgasm.
The man's hands retreated. At the next stop he give your ass a smack as he pushed past you to exit the bus. At the doorway you saw him look back at you, licking his fingers with a devilish smirk before waving goodbye.
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need to have my needy drippy cunt taped shut while youâre using my asshole hard. rub my cunt over the tape, knowing I canât feel anything and just laugh at how desperate I am. I keep begging you remove the tape, but I went over the edge last night and this is my punishment, to have my drippy disgusting cunt denied while youâre cumming and pissing in my asshole, please?
overstimulation as part of objectification. I don't make you cum for you. I just like how tight and wet you get when I play with you. And I won't stop when you've had enough - you're not a factor in this. You're my little cocksleeve and I'm going to make you as tight as I want you to be, for as long as I want. I'll make you cum until you pass out and then choke you to make sure you keep spasming around my cock.
Manhandling your arms behind your back, as I pull them tight. You cant move in my hard grip. Using my body weight to force the air from your lungs. You feel your mind growing fuzzy the harder you fight. I push your head down roughly as I bend you over to inspect your pathetic little holes. Dripping and swollen from perpetual denial. The perfect lube dispenser for me to wet my hard cock with. Before I duct tape your throbbing little pussy shut and spear your ass open instead.
Let's see how many times I can make you cum while I fuck your ass. Until you get too wet for the tape to stay in place.
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Iâve never been into spanking, but maybe thatâs just because Iâve never considered manhandling someone across my knee while they squirmed in a feigned struggle. Them telling me that Iâm such a pervert before I remind them that this is where they want to be. They could get up and leave and Iâd let them. They could tell me to stop and I would. This is only happening because they want to be under my palm like this. Then spanking them until their flesh was hot and they were sniveling with snot and tears running down their faceâŚ
Matter of fact, get on your knees and kiss my hand better. Thank me for giving you what you want. Youâre the one into pain, not me.
All this to say, it does really activate my prey drive when someone is extremely naive or impressionable around me. Oh, I could be your first experience with this? I could shape your understanding of things forever? You trust me to help shape your malleable psyche? How about you show me your favorite second location and we have a really long conversation together.
youâd come with a friendâsome half-hearted excuse to âfinally be social,â and maybe see what all the hype was about when it came to guys like ryomen sukuna. loud, messy, over-sexed. tattooed hands and rings on every other finger. always the center of the room, always leaning too far into your space, voice sticky sweet with teasing when he called you shy girl like it was your first name.
you hadnât planned on losing your virginity that night. not to anyone, and especially not to him.
but now youâre in his room. back against his sheets. his stupid pretty mouth pressed to your neck. and his hand? his hand is up your skirt like he owns the place. which he kind of does. king of this crusty dusty frat castle, anyway.
âyouâre shaking,â he murmurs, palm spreading wide across your thigh. ânervous?â
you nod. tiny. you donât know why he makes you feel so small when heâs not even that much taller than you. but everything about him is overwhelming. the scent of him, sharp and earthy. the way his eyes darken when you look up at him. the weight of his stare, like heâs already imagined the way youâll sound when he fucks the breath out of you.
âyou still want it?â he asks, voice low. surprisingly soft for someone like him. âyou can say no.â
âi want it,â you say, a little too fast. a little too desperate. like a girl whoâs been thinking about this for a while.
âtch.â he smirks. âknew you were filthy underneath all that polite shit.â
you squirm. his thumb presses to your clothed clit like he wants you to. he kisses you again, but this time itâs deeper. wetter. he licks into your mouth like itâs a meal, like your lips are sweet and heâs starving. and when you whimper into it, he groans against your tongue.
âyou ever let a guy touch you like this before?â
you shake your head.
his grin grows sharp. âgood.â
he pulls your panties down slow, like heâs savoring it. you try to squeeze your thighs together, but he pushes them apart with both hands and settles between them like he belongs there.
and godâwhen he looks down at you, he looks hungry.
âyouâre so fuckinâ wet,â he mutters, running a thumb through your folds. âbet youâre gonna taste even sweeter than you smell.â
he says it like itâs a fact. like your pussy was made for him to devour. and then, without even waiting, he lowers his head and does exactly that.
your whole body jolts.
his tongue is hot and flat and everywhere. he licks into you like he means it, moaning low in his throat when your hips jerk up toward his face. his fingers spread your lips and he sucks your clit into his mouth like heâs trying to memorize how you sound when you cry out his name.
âsukunaâpleaseâiââ
âshh,â he mumbles against your cunt. âjust let me eat.â
and he does. he doesnât stop. not when you cum the first time. not when your thighs clamp around his ears. not even when youâre whining from overstimulation and begging him to slow down. he pulls another orgasm from you like itâs easy. like itâs what heâs best at.
when he finally sits back, his lips and chin are soaked. he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and looks at you like heâs ready to ruin you entirely.
âyou ever seen a dick before, sweetheart?â
you blink, dazed. âum⌠no.â
he laughs. âfuck. youâre killinâ me.â
you watch as he strips off his shirt, then undoes his belt with one hand and pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. your eyes widenâheâs thick. long and veiny and already hard as a rock.
âyeah,â he says, grinning when he catches your expression. âyouâre not gonna be able to walk tomorrow.â
âthatâs not very reassuring,â you breathe.
he leans down to kiss you again. slower this time. almost⌠sweet.
his mouth is soft against yours, but thereâs heat behind itâlike heâs trying to press something into you without saying it out loud. itâs not hungry like earlier. not cocky. just warm. his palm cradles your cheek, thumb brushing over your jaw as his lips part yours, slow and lingering. like he wants you to feel it. like he wants you to remember.
you kiss him back because you canât not. because your body is still buzzing, and your thighs are still trembling, and the ache between your legs is starting to settle into something that feels like a craving. your hand slides into his hair without thinking, fingers twisting in the soft pink strands as he pulls away just enough to look at you.
heâs staring again. that intense, unreadable kind of stare that makes you squirm even when heâs not touching you. his eyes flicker down to your mouth, then back up to your eyes, like heâs trying to decide what to do with you next. like heâs still hungry but doesnât want to scare you.
and then he smiles.
not the smug one. not the frat-boy grin he wears like armor in front of his friends. this oneâs different. smaller. tilted. like heâs looking at a secret and heâs the only one who knows it.
âstill okay?â he murmurs.
you nod, but the way your chest rises and falls gives you away. he notices. of course he does. his hand slides down your body againâfingertips grazing your collarbone, the dip of your waist, the curve of your hip. he stops when he reaches your thigh, palm resting there like it belongs.
his hand slips down, past your hip, between your legs, fingers brushing through the slick heat of your cunt like he already knows what heâll find. he groans, almost to himself.
you want to hide, but thereâs nowhere to go. heâs all around you. all you can do is bite your lip as his fingers glide through your folds again, spreading the wetness up toward your clit and circling it slowly. the motion makes your thighs twitch, your back arch, breath catch in your throat.
you nod again, smaller this time, and your eyes flutter open to see him staring down at you. completely focused. no trace of a smirk. just him. just sukuna.
he shifts his weight to one forearm and reaches between you with the other hand to guide the thick head of his cock to your entrance. you tense without meaning to.
âbreathe,â he says, low and even. âdonât rush it.â
you try.
the blunt pressure of him pressing against your cunt is overwhelming. heâs warm, and so much bigger than you thoughtâyour body resists at first, muscles clenching up from instinct, nerves fraying at the edges. but he doesnât push. not all at once. he lets you open up around him, inch by slow inch, shallow thrusts that ease him inside while his hand rubs soothing circles against your hip.
it burns. not sharp, but enough to make your eyes water. your fingers dig into his biceps, and he pauses. stills. watches your face.
âtalk to me,â he says, voice quiet. âyou want to stop?â
you shake your head immediately. âno. justâdonât move yet.â
he doesnât.
he leans in and kisses your temple. then your cheek. then the corner of your mouth. his hand strokes your thigh gently, grounding you. and the longer he stays still, the more the sting starts to fade, melting into something thicker, heavier. the ache of being full. stretched. claimed.
your body adjusts. slowly. trembling at first, but growing used to the weight of him.
âyouâre doing so good,â he breathes, forehead resting against yours. âfuck, you feel good. tight little pussy grippinâ me like she doesnât wanna let go.â
you whimper at the sound of itâthe filth in his voice made worse by how soft he says it. not taunting. not cruel. just honest. reverent, even. like he canât believe youâre letting him have this. letting him in.
you shift your hips, just slightly, and the movement pulls a hiss from his teeth.
âyou okay?â
âyeah,â you breathe. âkeep going.â
he does. slowly. rolling his hips in shallow, careful thrusts that make your breath catch all over again. he watches your face like a man obsessed. like every twitch of your brows or gasp of your mouth tells him something he needs to know.
you didnât think sex could feel like this.
you didnât think sukuna could feel like this.
his rhythm is steady, hips drawing back and sliding in deeper each time. your cunt flutters around him, wet, hot, and messy, and the sound it makes, so sticky and obscene, has him groaning low in your ear.
âfuck,â he grits. âgonna ruin you.â
he already has. your legs wrap around his waist without thinking, ankles crossing at the small of his back to pull him closer. deeper. he groans again and dips his head to your throat, mouthing at the sensitive skin there, biting just enough to make your back arch.
his cock hits something deeper now, and your breath stutters.
âthatâs it,â he mutters. âthere she is. right there, huh?â
your fingernails dig into his back as he keeps fucking into that spot, slow and mean. your nerves are raw again, pleasure crawling up your spine in hot little sparks as his pace picks up.
âyou gonna cum for me, baby?â he pants, rubbing your clit in tight circles while he fucks you through the growing pressure in your belly. âwanna feel this pretty pussy squeeze me. give it to me.â
you nod, desperate, dizzy, tears threatening to slip past your lashes as the pleasure tips you over the edgeâand you break.
your orgasm floods through you fast and hard, thighs shaking, breath hitched, pussy fluttering around him like you were made for it. sukuna doesnât slow down. doesnât stop. he fucks you through it, watches you fall apart like itâs his religion, his reason.
you hear yourself sob his name. a weak, shattered little sound.
and sukunaâhe kisses you. he kisses you like heâs never tasted anything sweeter.
youâre still shaking when he groans into your mouth.
your cunt is pulsing around him, like your body doesnât know how to let go of him. like it doesnât want to. every time your walls flutter, his breath catches. every moan you spill into his mouth has him swearing low under his breath, hips stuttering against yours like heâs fighting the urge to lose it.
heâs still holding back. still trying to fuck you slow. youâre not sure how long he can keep it up.
âfuck,â he rasps, forehead pressed to yours. âyou feel so fuckinâ good, baby. so warm⌠so tight around meâshit.â
his voice cracks on the last word, guttural and half-choked. heâs sweating now. his back slick under your fingertips, arms braced beside your head, and his thighs trembling just barely with every thrust. heâs close. so close. but heâs still watching youâeyes flicking between your face and the way your body grips his cock with every roll of his hips.
you donât even think before whispering, âwanna feel you cum.â
and that breaks him.
his next thrust is deeper. harder. he buries himself all the way inside, cock hitting your cervix as he groans deep in his chest, raw and unfiltered. you feel him throb, cock twitching as he cums hard inside of youâhips jerking once, twice, like his bodyâs still catching up to the wave crashing over him.
he doesnât pull out right away. he just stays there, shaking a little, mouth slack and forehead resting on yours while he rides out every last pulse of it. his weight feels good. the room is quiet except for your breathingâyours fast and shallow, his deep and heavy like heâs been sprinting.
and thenâhe laughs. a breathless kind of laugh, hoarse around the edges, like he canât believe what just happened. âholy fuck,â he mutters.
you canât help itâyou giggle. dazed, still out of it, but lightheaded enough that the sound bubbles out of you naturally. your body feels like melted wax. warm, soft, spread open beneath him like you belong there.
sukuna lifts his head, looks down at you. heâs still catching his breath, but thereâs a glow to him nowâflushed cheeks, damp hair sticking to his temples, that smirk of his curling back into place, but slower. softer. like the fightâs gone out of it.
âyou good?â he asks.
you nod. âyou?â
he chuckles again, pulling out with a soft groan. you wince at the sudden emptinessâalready missing the way he filled you. reaching for a towel off the floor. itâs⌠surprisingly clean. you blink at that.
he gently wipes between your legs, not looking at you too closely while he does. like if he makes it a thing, youâll start feeling awkward about it. but the way his touch lingers a little too long at your thigh says otherwise.
when heâs done, he tosses the towel aside and flops back onto the mattress next to you, arm tucked behind his head, bare chest rising and falling with slow, even breaths.
you stay quiet. he doesnât push.
the silence settles. not uncomfortable, but not familiar either. like standing on a bridge youâre not sure youâre supposed to cross. and then, just when you start to turn your head toward him, he breaks it.
âyou were really fuckinâ cute,â he says.
you blink. âwhat?â
âbefore,â he continues, smirking without looking at you. âall shy and squirmy. you were tryna act like you werenât already soaked for me.â
you roll your eyes and nudge his shoulder. âyouâre so annoying.â
âuh-huh,â he says, stretching an arm toward you lazily. âget over here, though.â
you hesitate. not because you donât want to. but because what does this mean?
still, your body makes the decision for you, rolling into his side and letting him wrap an arm around your waist like itâs the easiest thing in the world. his skin is hot. the room smells like sweat and sex and faint traces of his cologne. and when you settle your cheek against his chest, his fingers move without thinkingâtracing lazy shapes down your spine.
âyouâre gonna be sore tomorrow,â he mumbles. almost apologetic. almost smug.
âi know.â
he pauses. then: ââŚyou ever think about doinâ this again?â
you look up at him, but heâs not looking at you. his gaze is on the ceiling now. casual. but his jawâs a little tense, and his throat bobs when he swallows, like heâs not as relaxed as he wants to seem.
you wait.
he finally glances down at you.
ânot with anyone else,â he says. âjust me.â
you blink.
âi meanââ he stretches again, like heâs shaking it off. ânot sayinâ itâs a thing or whatever. just⌠if you ever wanna do it again. or stay over. or sleep in. or like⌠let me cook you pancakes or some shit. yâknow. no pressure.â
you try not to smile too hard. you fail.
ââŚwhat if i want pancakes and sex?â
he grins, all teeth. âoh, baby. now youâre speakinâ my language.â
Thinking about being tied up in a public place and rented out as stress relief for anyone passing by. A basket of condoms and a tip jar mounted next to me with amounts for each hole.
Titjob - Free
Handjob - $1
Oral - $5
Anal - $10
Cunt - $20
See how much I can make just being a cute toy for strangers to get off with. Chained to the wall with a leather collar and leash. A set of toys for people to stuff into me so that I'm never empty. A thick dildo, a vibrating plug, and a cute little bone gag so that I'm a constantly drooling mess, plus some extras in case someone wants to swap a toy out. A pump bottle of lube for easy access.
Just chained up and waiting for someone to decide they need a quick release.
Most people just jerking off onto my chest, tugging at my nipples and slapping me around a bit. Or they decide that they want to paint my face and cum there. But others decide that they need more than just a quick jerk session.
Someone dropping a few bucks into the jar and pulling my gag down so they can shove their cock in as far as it can go. Fingers tangled in my hair as they use my throat to jerk off, laughing whenever I gag or choke. Cumming in my mouth and shoving the gag back in nice and tight so I can either struggle to swallow their load, or let it drip slowly from between my lips and have their taste coat my tongue until someone else decides to pay for my mouth.
Someone watching and dropping a 20 into the jar, grabbing a condom and rolling it on while they wait for their turn. Tugging me to my feet and shoving my face into the wall while they tease the dildo in and out of me, grinding against me while they listen to garbled moans. They take their time teasing until they tug the toy out leaving me achingly empty for a few moments before they easily slide their way into me, helped by how sloppy my cunt is from earlier patrons.
Maybe they just lazily grind into me for a while, letting me squeeze around them. Have me arch my back so they can reach the plug in my ass and toy with that, fucking it in and out of me slowly until they turn the vibrations up to high and shove it all the way in, groaning when I spasm around them. And then they decide to fuck me. Cumming quick and hard to the vibrations against their cock, letting me milk them dry before swapping their dick out for the dildo and leaving me with the plug running on high.
Someone deciding that they want my ass and they make me ride them nice and slow while my mouth and hands are busy with other people. They keep the dildo nice and snug inside of my cunt because they like how tight it makes my ass. And when they cum they shove me to the floor and fuck my ass hard enough that I can't breathe.
Someone decides that they want to play with me multiple ways, so they keep dropping bills into the jar. A couple bucks and they shove my head back guiding me to slip my fingers inside of their own wet hole while they grind their cock against my tongue until they squirt across my face. A couple more bucks and they're fingering my ass open, shoving a different dildo into me so that I'm full to bursting, feeling the two toys rubbing against each other inside of me. Then they make me lay on my back, sit on my face and put their fingers on my cock and make me eat them out while they make me cum again and again and again until I'm a sobbing, overstimulated mess, barely able to use my mouth on them.
And after their done, there's yet another person who comes and uses my holes, rolling me over onto my hands and knees and shelling out enough to use my cunt because they like how much I cry when their balls slap against my sensitive dick.
I'd be a mess. Sore and bruised. Covered in my own drool and stranger's cum and tears. But I'd be so fucking satisfied. Used without any say in what happens to me. Just the perfect toy.
OP is a trans man who uses He/Him pronouns. This post is specifically queer/t4t.
DNI if you are a minor, a cishet man, or a lesbian, this post is not for you or about you.
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I need someone to be obsessed with my ass. My cunt isnât interesting to them, itâs just there, but every second they can be theyâre spreading my ass cheeks and playing with my hole. They finger it while we watch movies, obsess over and regularly change the plug stretching it open, take photo after photo of my asshole and make on of those photos the background on their phone. They text me with instructions to go to the nearest bathroom and send them a photo of my asshole. they even tuck the tip of their cock inside it while we fall asleep.
And of course they constantly fuck my asshole. Their cock or their fingers or their fist is near constantly in my asshole every time weâre alone together and sometimes when we arenât. Sometimes itâs their cock and a couple fingers at the same time, and I cry and whimper while they stretch me open even further. Sometimes they threaten to force their fist and cock up my asshole at the same time and jerk off inside my hole.
Okay but imagine your pussy has been denied orgasms for months and he forces you to cum anally and then shames you for being a depraved whore cause only sluts can cum from anal and he didnât know he was fucking a bitch in heat and then he forces you to cum 3 more times anally all while telling you what a broken little fuck sleeve you are