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at least not fatally, but God, does he come close.
germany had just suffered a devastating double blow in the world cup after a defeat against both paraguay and ecuador respectively, which sent bastard munchen home with their heads held low—but not kaiser.
if anything, the loss just pumped him up with more energy, more anger, more passion than anything. unfortunately for you, this translates even in bed.
your body is pressed down against the soft mattress, a complete contast to the treatment you’re getting. kaiser is rough—coarse, even—and when he fucks, he makes your mere existence feel like grounds for a punishment.
“f–fuck, take it… take all of it, you worthless slut…”
his voice is rugged as he speaks, burying his cock deep inside you as you sob against his hold.
“c–can’t anymore…”
“shut the fuck up,” he rasps, catching his breath as he looks down on you, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d say he hated you, “this is all you’re good for.”
his eyes look at you with such intensity, and in such a dizzy state of mind, you’re unable to differentiate if it’s lust or love that’s projecting on his irises.
he slaps you once, making you gasp and whine as his palm meets your face before he cups your cheeks aggressively, “i’m gonna dump all my cum into you and you’ll take it because that’s what you’re meant to do. do you fucking understand me?”
you whimper as you press yourself further into the bedding, a futile attempt at running away. kaiser huffs as he lets you go and starts thrusting once again.
“i’m never letting this pussy go,” he exhales as he continues bullying his cock inside, taking up every inch of your insides as he throws his head back, his adam’s apple bobbing.
and you let him, God save your soul. because you know deep down, he doesn’t mean it—all the things he says, all the mean words he throws your way and the wounds he afflicts upon your skin. he just needs to feel some sense of control after such a tough loss, and if this is exactly how he wants you, this is how he’ll get you.
because to love kaiser is to love him in a way that makes you feel small sometimes.
izuku tracing his tip around your lips and pushing his tip in only to pop it out, he’s literally edging himself using your mouth. his abs flexing and he’s looking down at you with pink cheeks, lip caught between his teeth because he’s already gasping and whining. when you reach up to wrap your fingers around him, he pulls back.
“ngh! no baby just- just a lil longer.”
and he goes back to teasing himself until his knees are shaking.
dude I would kill for more DADDY DEKU, the last one gave me liffff, maybe like... "embarrassed to ask".... some anal?? plez and thank you Mizz Nightmare <3 I love all your work!
She’d started to lose track of how much time passed during their session, forgotten what she’d done to get in the position she was in, forgotten what it was Deku felt the need to remind her of. Too much blood rushing to her head in her position of kneeling over his chest, her ass arched up and her face pushed down, cheek resting on his pelvis, running her tongue up and down the length of his cock nuzzling in her small palm, lips locked and sucking on the pulsating veins bulging from his erection. Or perhaps it was her way of forgetting where she was, her way of escaping, becoming numb to spare herself the humiliation, the frustration, the hopelessness and desperation of being subjugated, of being taken against her will, where becoming mindless was her only option when being in the hands of the madman.
Deku’s larger than life hands held onto her hips, held her in place, stroking the dome of her ass affectionately yet wantonly every now and again as his mouth swallowed down on the juices starting to spill drizzly down her thighs. Fat fingers, lined with muscle, coming to delve ghostly over her folds, with his tongue prodding at her entrance. She’d managed to block most of his praising and coos out of mind, focusing on coming, yet now… having lost count of how many times she’d done so on his experience dedicated tongue, with her oversensitivity blaring and buzzing in her lower abdomen, gnarling and crying for it to stop, it was getting harder by the minute to forget where she was and who she was with when he was still so very intent on lapping at her sensitive heat with his thick tongue again and again and again.
And he knew it.
“Such a good Bunny.” He cooed, slurping at her opening, the stiff pinching scratching of the beard on his chin an extra factor of teasing friction on the lips of her pussy, the action sending vibrations to simmer through her and a moan to spur from where she was nuzzling on the hill of his hairy thigh, her mouth guzzling down on one of his balls, letting go with a wet pop to allow the noise to leave her throat unstrained. “Getting so wet for her Daddy.”
His sloppy tongue continuously licked up the ravine presented to him, making its way farther up than usual, playing with the other unused, and preferably so, tight hole.
She made a jump, hopping further down on his lap, face buried in his ball-sack, yet was quickly pulled back by the strong hands on her hips, cheek thoroughly smeared with a glistening mix of saliva and precum and tears.
As though understating yet not caring about her distress, his hands comforted by messaging circles on her ass-cheeks, perhaps in an effort to keep her at bay as well. “Just play with Daddy’s cock while he plays with your cute little butt, okay Bunny?” She’d gotten so very used to instructions, so used to bending her own will.
His tongue found its way back to prodding at the tight hole, pummeling his fatness inside, seemingly trying to pry her open. “But, Daddy-” She tried, still in an effort to scramble away from his ongoing attack.
He would not have her disobedience, that time had passed long ago. His fingers starting to carve their presence into her midriff, stifling her attempt of escape. “Play with Daddy’s cock, just like I taught you.” He was firm in his demand this time, yet the same whine of condescension, of whiny patronizing correction, was still so disgustingly present in his tone. The voice that made her want to rip her hair out and strangle him with it.
Yet, she obeyed. Mouth proceeding to slobber over his massive cock, suckling on every inch of his girth, licking paths over every enhanced vein, making him groan and buck his hips into her face, letting her head disappear between his strong thighs, massive thighs that could snap her neck if she made the wrong move.
“Good little Bunny.” He drawled before he too continued.
Mewls and adorable small whines escaping her focus on pleasing his cock, as his tongue crammed into the tight space of her butthole. More tears gathered at her eye-sockets, falling onto his cock, making her taste her own despair on her tongue gargling on his balls.
“Bunny’s so hungry… sucking on Daddy’s balls like candy-apples.” She felt like gagging, not out of reflex, but out of disgust and wholehearted cringe for his words, but wasn’t given much space to feel anything but anxiety for too long, what with his thumbs making to spread her ass-cheeks further apart. He was happy to see she stayed in place, yet not surprised as the marks on her hips were already blooming with defined raw redness, evidence of just how intolerable hesitation and especially disobeying hesitation was in his cruel eyes. “Good girl.” He praised, hammering the thickness of his tongue inside her tight ass, now with the new easy access.
One hand shifted from its position of spreading her ass, pointer running over the budding hole curiously.
She felt her guts churn at the act, fear riding her body full with goosebumps. “Daddy?” She squeaked uncertainly, sucking in a breath, relenting from her sloppy activity between his legs, fingers curling into the bedsheets in a manner of bracing herself.
“You’ve such a pretty little butt.” He stated, where the amount of adoration was terrifyingly present in his calm and collected voice.
His finger quit its tormenting haunting and she sighed a relieved sigh, wet slicked face falling back onto his glistening manhood, tongue making to lick up his girth yet again.
“Does Bunny want one of Daddy’s fingers inside?” Her fear rushed back, causing her to go all light-headed while his tongue lapped at the bud again, wriggling over the ring of muscle, drawing circles on it, ignoring her growing anxiousness fully. “Hmm, I bet Bunny would love Daddy’s finger inside her little butt.” She’d gotten used to his suggestive language, knowing what was best for her, but still she couldn’t help but way her options, even though deep down knowing how if Deku wanted something from her pliable little body, he was sure to get it no matter the struggle and fight she put up. “Filling her up-” His musings were cut off, the little girl on top of him fighting ever so slightly to move further away from his antagonizing mouth, pleading with her face shoved into his cock.
“No, Daddy please, I don’t-” He didn’t like that, holding her back with his harsh grip, keeping her ass well arched and presented for him to ravage.
“To me it sounds like Bunny is begging to be punished.” He warned, still playing his games, still with his disgusting tone masking the true sentiment of his words. “Do you want Daddy to punish you, Bunny?” One hand stroked over the plump flesh of her ass, threatening to strike the unprotected skin again and again until she complied with his wishes. She knew from experience she didn't handle the pain well, always folding.
She backed down, better now than later with blooming bruises and a discomfort to sit for a week. “No, Daddy please, I’m sorry, I’ll behave.” She scurried back, scared into position, promptly sloshing over his cock with newfound devotion, moaning happily with his precum smeared on her face, anything to spare her from what cold hell he would show her if she didn’t.
He smiled, kissing the doughy flesh of her ass-cheek, welcoming her back. “Well then… tell Daddy how much you’d love his finger in your butt.” Hand returning. “Come on, don’t be shy.” Stroking over the bud of firm flesh, letting her feel the size of his fat finger, begging her to disobey him, begging her to cry and plead or to sob and force herself to obey his commands.
She chose the latter, knowing what other harsh torture awaited her was she not to comply like a good little girl. “Please, Daddy, please finger my ass.” He hummed contently in response, poking the hole ever so slightly, his fingertip sliding in the wetness of his drool. “I want your finger in my ass so badly, Daddy.” She whined, just like she knew he liked, wiggling her ass at him impatiently like the entitled brat he wanted her to be only for him to correct and humiliate.
“Bunny wants a finger up her little butt?” He spoke hurriedly in the spiked frenzied rush of her words, having them slur in drool as he kissed the hole sloppily, lightly biting the flesh of her one ass-cheek, again to scare her into playing the game.
“Yes please, Daddy.” She suckled on his girth desperately, letting false moans pass her lips as though she couldn’t get enough of his cock choking her throat. Playing the game, playing her part, surviving.
“This little butt right here?” He questioned, tongue flicking over the hole.
“Yes, Daddy please!” She started grinding her hips back into his mouth, knowing her enthusiasm is what his anticipation beckoned.
“Well, if you’re a good Bunny and play with Daddy’s cock then I’ll give this butt what it needs.” He needed her devotion, he needed her to understand just how under his thumb she was, he needed his ego satiated, his cruel sinister sadism fed.
“Thank you, Daddy…” She sobbed, fearing while knowing what he’d do if she were to disobey, resulting to dragging her tongue up and down his cock, hands working the base as she sucked, head bobbing up and down as she made cute little glugging sounds that had his stomach fluttering in utter bliss. “I love your cock, Daddy.” So sweet, just like he trained her.
He hummed at how precious she was, feeling somewhat proud of himself for having brought that out of her. “What do you love about it, Bunny?” His words pushed, but it wasn’t the only thing that was tormenting her. His tongue, burning and wet and forceful, dug into her backside, worming its way into her little hole as she tried her best, fighting with every nerve of her being, fear motivating her to stay perfectly still, though not managing to stifle the whimper.
Her breaths were shaky as she spoke to answer him before he grew impatient. “Daddy’s cock is so perfect and big, feels so good inside me.” He didn’t seem to care that she spoke with a cry in her voice.
His hand, having had rested on her ass as a warning, swung under, calloused textured rough fingers rubbed the bead of her clit, making her moan through her cries onto his cock. She was happy her position didn’t allow her to see his smirk. “I think Bunny thinks Daddy’s cock is scary, hmm?” His finger swirled, sandpaper-fingertip dragging over the sensitive swollen pearl again and again with little regard to how her stomach was curling. “A little intimidating, perhaps?” She rested her head on his thigh, her own thighs shaking, though his other hand kept her steady as his mouth sucked on her tender ring of muscle. “But Daddy’s a hero, Daddy would never hurt you, Bunny. Daddy loves you. You understand that, don’t you?” He asked, knowing damn well her answer would be scattered with how ruthless he was being with his fingers in her clit, abusing what power they had to make her bow.
“I love-ve you too, Da- daddy…” She drooled and sobbed out on his lap, wanting so badly to wind her thighs shut, protect what was about to burst, eyes closing and fluttering as her one hand dug fingernails into where they held her steady in the thick stiff muscles of his thighs, her other hand holding his cock, trying her best to guide him into her mouth so she could do as he demanded and save herself being scolded for not listening even though he was the one making it almost impossible to do much of anything except lie there and take it.
He stuck one finger, on long thick finger, into her sopping wet folds, felt her writhe before she could control herself, another finger still held firmly on her clit, drawing careful patterns he knew would make her mewl. “Daddy knows exactly how to please his little girl… and Bunny knows exactly how to please her Daddy, doesn’t she?” He asked rhetorically, words still carrying even though they were muffled into her ass. “I taught you so well.” His finger pumped, curling, scraping, hooking up into her spongey walls, making her mew. “Do you think Daddy’s a good teacher?” She could feel the curl of his salacious smirk as his teeth grazed past the lips of her pussy, tongue flicking, zig-zagging through the wet tender folds.
“The b- best.” She strained, inching further back as he was dragging, hauling her with his finger clawing at her insides.
“Good girl…” He purred, licking up and up until he met with the bud that now seemed to pulsate, her fear so endearingly on display for him. “I think Bunny deserves her prize.” His voice lowered, and she sucked in a breath with caught in her throat as she felt his hand, scathed and scarred and strangely rough and angled with how many times he’d broken his fingers.
He gave her much time to prepare, finger swirling circles onto the hole before dipping the tip inside. She scrunched her eyes shut at the feel of the tight skin of her hole stretching, forced apart to accommodate for Deku’s fat finger. The tight ring feeling as though ripping at the intrusion, tearing as he drove the digit slowly inside, a digit that seemed foreverlasting, growing thicker the more it inched inside her, until he was finally knuckle-deep.
She sucked with fervor now, in a way to pacify herself, gobbling down on his cock gluttonously. “Does it feel good, Bunny?” He asked, voice like honey so sweet it was burning. “My finger in your cute little butt?” He whined and mocked as he wiggled the length inside her, churning her guts in the prosses, earning small cries of discomfort from her slobbering on his cock.
“Yes, Daddy.” It was barely audible as she whimpered it into his thigh.
“Speak up.” He ordered, stern and stoic voice, still with his finger pumped and prompted into her tight ass, with the other hand’s fingers rubbing circles and pinching her swollen clit between them.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her back sloped as she tipped her head up. “I’m sorry.” Her one hand steadying her, placed in support on his thigh as the other tugged on his cock, fingers not managing to enclose around his girth as she messaged his length in long tentative strokes. “Thank you, Daddy, you feel so good.” She wasn’t exactly lying, and it was clear by the slick dripping that coated her thighs.
“Are you proud to have Daddy’s finger in your ass?” He asked, making her scrunch her brows, strangling herself with how hard she was trying to keep from crying. “You should be.” She cursed her existence, wishing she could take back whatever it was that had his eyes locked on her in the first place, whatever had him kidnapping her only to torment and use her as some slave. “To have Daddy’s number one hero finger pleasing your little quirkless butt.” And there it was, the reminder of how crucially inferior she was, such a perfect quirkless toy to feed his superiority-complex. “Tell me how grateful you are, Bunny.”
This was her life. Subjugated to a mere ragdoll for someone who’d do whatever the fuck they wanted to her, a life of belonging to someone, a life of a pet. “I love you so much, Daddy…” He groaned at her words, yet his fingers dug even harder into her hips. “You take such good care of me.” She just needed to tell him what he wanted to hear. “I’m hopeless without you. Thank you, Daddy.” Seems she did a good job, because he was shifting beneath her, hands letting her go for a second only to pull her into the new desired position.
“Come here, turn around.” He ordered, still in his frenzy, turning her around on his lap, making her sit with his cock smearing drool and precum over her stomach, hot against her skin where it bobbed up between the two of them. His hand and fingers glossy with juices from her pussy, came to grab her chin, cupping her cheek to still her as he pushed his lips onto her face, kissing her with hunger, as though in a hurry, his finger finding her ass again, sinking knuckle-deep inside her once again while grabbing onto the soft doughy flesh of ass, making her yelp against his lips, before he parted once more, a string of spit connecting them. “Does Bunny want Daddy’s cock inside her ass?” He mushed her face between his rough finger-pads, her lips puckered like a fish at him, eyes glossy with tearful plead, her thighs beginning to quake against him as she sat uncomfortably with his finger spearing her in the wrong hole.
Her bottom lip quivered then, eyes wide and brimming. “No- please… Daddy.” She would at least try to sway his mind, bargain her way out of it.
His look hardened, cocking an eyebrow at her resistance. “Is Bunny disobeying Daddy?” His grip on her face was past painful now, bruising, nails marking their presence, close to breaching her skin.
“No, Daddy, please-” She started, scrambling for something to save her, trying to make his hold relent, but falling short of making any savory excuses, reduced to mere whimpering as she accepted a preferred compromise. “My pussy would feel so lonely without you filling me up…” His fingers detached, yet only barely, still holding her chin, still controlling, though looking fascinated by the turn of events, pleasured with his little pet openly submitting to him, all with that adorable sweet voice. “I want your big beautiful number one cock inside me, please, Daddy please, I want you in my pussy.” She pushed forward to brush her breasts against his chest, grinding up into him in the process, hands brazenly stroking his cock all on their own command, forehead pressed against his as she did her best to seem seductive, licking her lips and maintaining eye-contact even as his green orbs seemed crazed and fervent and so dangerously feral.
“Bunny wants to come on Daddy’s cock, doesn’t she?” His tone was weirdly condescending, like he was talking to a toddler about getting ice-cream, and though she despised it with every fiber of her being, feeling like the tone itself was gasoline to a roaring raging fire, she did her best to swallow the smoke, knowing it would get her nowhere.
“Yes, Daddy. Pretty please.” She begged, and he wrapped his one hand around the small of her back, pushing her against his chest, his other hand still not having left, with its main finger inside her butt, doing small curious pumps into the tight flesh.
He licked the shell of her ear, a small chuckle coming out as huffs as his hand moved once again away from her back, to line his cock up with her still slick with spit clit, rubbing his cockhead over the bead before sliding it down to push open her sopping hole. “Can Bunny take Daddy in her cute little pussy with his finger inside her pretty ass? Yeah?” Tapping his thickness into her tightness while watching her nod in agreement, only slightly disappointed she didn’t repeat what she said once more, especially when it sounded so delicious dripping from her defeated lips. “Good girl, sit down on Daddy's cock.”
She eased down like she’d done for the past couple weeks, always surprised by just how thick he is, how stingingly and fearfully painful it is, always thinking it couldn’t possibly be as bad as she made it out to be previously though always proven wrong, thinking she ought to have stretched out to accommodate his size to a comfortable fit, yet not having achieved the pleasure still with how many times he’d ripped her apart.
“Hop on that dick little Bunny.” He whispered as she eased herself all the way down, cock fully sleeved inside her, feeling as she was about to burst, so full, so blown, yet he hadn’t any mercy left to spare. She felt his finger wiggle where it penetrated her backside entrance, how his cock and it messaged the wall that separated her two holes, feeling a new type of dangerous, giving her another worry even as the anxiety for what pain treading herself over his cock was already overwhelming enough on its own. “Come on, little Bunny, hands on my shoulders and jump.”
She hadn’t the mind to hold back the whimper, letting her seductive mask slip as the pain mingled pleasure demanded her attention more, hands unsteady as they gripped his shoulder, fingers running over those deep healed scars on his skin she’d gotten so used to tracing. She folded her feet over his legs, given her better balance as she began sliding him in and out slowly, at a pace she could hope to handle and hope was fast enough to please him and his beastly member.
He hummed, free hand coming up to toy with her breasts, grabbing it with those labor-knuckled fingers. “Such a happy little girl bouncing on Daddy’s cock…” He licked over his toothy-grin, salacious green eyes glistening with drunk toxic love-sick madness as he felt her tight suction on his manhood, gliding up and down, in and out, full and hollow. “What do you say?” He decided to tease, decided to make the hurt worse.
A soft whine left her and he couldn’t describe the sick bliss that fluttered in his chest because of it. “Thank you, Daddy.” She forced out yet again, her voice all shaken and adorable.
And still he felt the wanton desire to push. “For what, Bunny? Be specific.”
She knew the drill, what he wanted to hear, but that didn’t make it any easier to force from her throat, even harder to relent from seething the words through grit teeth where she knew such aggression wouldn’t be tolerated, because nothing but her complete and full submission would be tolerated by Deku. “Thank you, Daddy, for giving me your big beautiful number one cock.” What was funny was that it was in a sense still true, despite her hating every word of it, despite her cursing the sentence, the praise, the gratitude. It did feel good, behind the pain, behind her disgust, it felt good. What more, Deku was the number one hero, not just the strongest man alive, but intelligent, knowledgeable and ruthless too, where it really would be unwise to not feel grateful for having been chosen by him, where people should be grateful he even chooses to be a hero at all, when he could just as easily be a villain, or a bloody tyrant. She should be grateful that she was given the honor of being his. Her body sure knows how to show its humility, doing its best to please him, showing him just how appreciated and welcome his touches are with how undeniably wet her pussy gets each time, clenching around his shaft as it drills deep into her, filling her out, completing her, pushing into that spongey spot deep within her, making her stomach flip, toes curl, clit buzz with pleasure, shamefully come all over him.
He made a moan of awe, patronizing in its nature. “Are you gonna come for me? All over Daddy’s cock.” She wanted to scream, throw herself off his lap, slap him, claw and bite and kick, but instead she was doing exactly what he said. “A happy little Bunny stuffed with Daddy's cock and his finger up her bum.” He whined, hand having glided down from holding her chin in favor of wrapping around her throat, nose touching nose, emerald steel-eyes keenly watching her every move, feeling her clench around him, making him hiss with pleasure like a snake.
“Yes, Daddy please.” She never liked snakes. Her new life was made of snakes. Snakes taking the form of ropes, tying her down, chaining her up, snakes in her guts, swirling and coiling and tickling that strange pleasure that had treacherous venom drip onto the snake that penetrated her, his arms like snakes around her waist, thick constrictors holding her still, keeping her trapped for devouring.
“Beg for it.”
She sucked in a beaten breath, forcing her will to comply to his wishes, swallowing her pride, subduing the fighter in favor of having her fall on her own sword, instead of digging her own grave. “Daddy, please can I come on your cock?” One would think the human soul gets used to humiliation after some time, but the ball in her chest hadn’t softened no matter how many times she’d offered up her dignity, no matter how many times Deku had forced her to her knees. “You feel so good inside me, Daddy.” She mewed in gratitude, moaning as he hit the right spot again and again, making her go blind as she tried focusing on what sweet nothings she needed to say. “I wanna come for you so badly, Daddy please.” He gave her a kiss to her nose then, meant to be sweet even though it would have revolted her had she been in the right mind to feel anything but forcibly good, all sweet with chasing her release, riding him, jumping on his length like a good bunny should.
“Good Bunny.” He purred an she had not the mind to feel like cussing, only desperately waiting for him to allow her release. “You see? Things are so much easier when you do as you're told, when you do what Daddy tells you.” He bottomed out into her tight heat, filling her up to the hilt, felt her body spasm with half panic at how deep inside her he was and half pleasure with how dangerous it felt to have her cervix molded by the shape of his cock-head burying itself in the spongey spot. “Come on, come on Daddy’s cock, make Daddy feel good.” She couldn’t refuse, even if he’d told her to hold it, she couldn’t, couldn’t stop the lightning to shoot through her, pussy clenching around his cock like a death-grip, strangling his length, sucking on him, milking his shaft, unsure whether she wanted him to pull out or stay inside her warmth, but luckily that decision wasn’t up to her, all she needed to do was not forget her manners.
“Thank you, Daddy…” It dripped from her mouth like sweet-tasting poison, tongue dripping with thick drool as she panted and mewled with how he continued warming his cock inside her, trying to push further and deeper inside even though there was no more space to be filled, resulting to a deep thrusting that felt as though he was about to push through into her womb.
He kissed her cheek as she numbed down to a relaxed exhausted limp body in his arms. “You’re welcome, Bunny… but Daddy isn't finished with you yet.” She felt her stomach twist despite knowing how she wasn’t done until Deku shoots his thick cream and paints whatever part of her body he had the appetite for.
Pulled from her high by the knowledge of how it was a psychotic madman who had granted it, as she felt said green-haired man guide her to lay on her back.
“There you go, Bunny… such a cute mess.” He licked his lips, where she only barely tried to scurry away from his hungry lips gaining on her sensitive raw orgasm-glossed sex.
She whined when his tongue dragged up her slit to drink her juices, flicking over her tender swollen clit, hands in his hair, trying their best to refrain from yanking him away.
“Oh, Bunny’s so sensitive… did Daddy make you feel too good.” She squirmed beneath him, convulsing as he teased with his tongue and his lips and the light grazing ghosting of his teeth. “Look at you… Daddy’s little Crybunny.” He snickered, smirking as he gorged himself beneath her legs, loving the whiny moans and whimpers she couldn’t hold back, and how her hands tried ever so sweetly to nudge him off, how she dug the balls of her feet into the mattress to try and shuffle away from his attack, but not allowed to go anywhere with his arms locked around her thighs, keeping her just where he wanted her, shivering beneath him and only seconds away from crying and begging him to stop. “Does the little Bunny need her pacifier?” He hummed in askance. “Don’t you move a muscle, Bunny, I have a treat for you...”
He hopped off the bed with a speed that went unnoticed while she blinked to find him position behind her, hovering above her face, thick and fat and veined from hilt to tip, tidy shaven green-stubble above his strutting proud cock, a path of longer hairs trailing up to his belly-button and sprinkled into a pretty growth of chest-hair the higher up his chiseled abs it went.
“Open up, Bunny.” He tapped the glossy mushroom-tip onto her lips, smearing what concoction of precum and juices had mingled together there.
She did as commanded, parting her lips yet making sure to wrap her teeth, knowing how he didn’t appreciate being bitten either by accident or not, having little understanding to how hard it was to fit him in her mouth without letting her teeth graze his impressive girth.
“Taste yourself.” He groaned. “Suck me clean, Bunny.” He lightly patted the side of her face, fingers drumming on her cheek, telling her to hollow them in and suck on him. “There you go.” He praised, watching her struggle not to gag as he began lightly fucking the back of her throat, pushing farther down, liking how her already tight tunnel began clenching around him, trying to hold back the coughs. “Be a good Bunny and swallow all of me.”
Usually he’d enjoy the feel of her nose dipping into his pelvis, but now with her upside down, he could feel his balls being poked as they smothered her only remaining breathing option. Still, he took his time, knowing how she could take a few seconds without air, enjoying the look of his fat cock down her throat, his hand testing a daring stroke over her jugular, watching to see if she would convulse and gag and splutter out coughs like she did the first couple of times he ventured deep, yet was proud to see her stay in play with only a few panicked spams of her chest. He probed even further as he lightly pinched the outline of his shaft between his thumb and index-finger, listening to her begin to whine, a submissive little prayer to let her breathe again.
“Good Bunny…” He pulled out, large hands cupping her cheeks, telling her to remain lying there as he bent over to kiss her spit-slicked lips, his hand reaching over to palm her breast while the other reached farther to rub rough patterns into her terribly oversensitive clit, making her gasp out a strangled uncontrolled moan into his receiving mouth. “Come on, one more time.” He straightened himself, taking the opportunity to push through her open-mouthed panting with his dripping cock. “Get me nice and wet for your little Bunny-butt…”
Her eyes shot open, hands flailing instead of holding onto his thighs. “No-” She tried protesting, as she lightly tapped at his firm muscled ass with the face of her palm, slapping to get her discomfort across.
“No, no, Bunny, do as you’re told, do what Daddy says.” Deku chastised, grabbing her bothersome hands by the wrist and holding them behind his back, feeling her try to recoil away, yet well-trained enough to not bite as his cock pushed down her throat again. “Be a good Bunny and suck on Daddy.” He rocked his hips slowly back and forth, jutting lightly into her mouth. “Just like Daddy taught you.” His voice remained sweetly stoic, like a teacher or a parent, made her want to throw up on him, yet knowing how he didn’t stop last time she did, he just kept fucking her skull, even with the bile and acidic liquid burning in her throat. “Wash out all those filthy protests.” She whimpered at how his hands tightened around her wrists, balls lightly clapping over the bridge of her nose, swinging into her face each time he pushed until his entire length was enclosed to the hilt. “Teach you some manners Bunny-girl.”
Her eyes stung now, with the built-up tears that now flowed freely, dampening her hairline before dripping into the sheets.
Deku moaned, releasing her hands, needing his own to reposition his toy in the new desired position. “Up on your knees.” He remained staining at the edge of the bed, helping his darling kneel. “Posture, Bunny.” He chastised. “Arch that ass up for Daddy.”
His hand spread flat in the space between her shoulder blades, pushing her upper-body down into the sheets, gliding to enclose around the back of her neck to keep her still while the fingers of his other hand stroked chaffed fingertips up and down the tender lips of her pussy, diving between her folds to gather slick wetness he used to push into her sore hole, curling two digits into the spongey velvet walls, making her moan into the pillow she was forced against.
“Stay.” He ordered, all his warmth leaving her as she remained clutching and balling up the fabric of the sheets in her tiny useless fists, keeping her ass presented in the air, waiting with eager horror for Deku to return.
She heard him open a drawer, then click open a lid, the squirt of something she had an educated guess of what was, listened to the slick sounds of him messaging the liquid into his hands, before his heavy steps carried him back to his position behind her.
“Look at this precious little bunny-hole.” His fingers felt slippery as they rubbed and palmed her ass-cheeks, left hand lifting the plump flesh on one side, whilst the other moved to slide up and down the ravine before hooking a finger inside the top tight little ring of muscle. “Bunny needs Daddy’s cock inside her little butt, doesn’t she?” He pushed it in with ease now with the lube covering his hands, preparing the tightness by pumping the digit in and out, tickling the unsuspecting nerves that had never been played with before, the feeling strange yet surprisingly pleasant as his finger scraped downward, rubbing against a spot that had her pussy gushing around nothing. “Bunny’s tight little butt is just begging to be filled with Daddy's cock isn’t it, Bunny?”
She wasn’t too sure anymore. “No…”
He stuck another finger in with the first one at her reply, making her whine out a wail, toes curling, her one leg thumping up and down into the mattress, trying to shake and crawl away but not allowed to go anywhere with his hand reaching to recover the position it held before, holding her down, pressured around the back of her neck. “Up until now Bunny has been enjoying herself, but this attitude… tch, tch, Bunny... perhaps she needs a little reminder of who she belongs to?”
She whimpered at the feel of both his thick fingers gliding alongside each other in and out of her tight tender hole, as she clenched around them and around nothing where juices were dripping down her thighs.
“And there is no punishment without a little pain.”
He’d only been dipping his digits in halfway, and she realized this once he decided to go knuckle-deep inside her, making her jolt at the foreign feeling of something going inside, much deeper now.
She was arching her back up like a cat, trying to hide her ass from his antagonizing hands. “What have I told you about posture, Bunny?” His hand let partially go of her neck to glide up her spine, resting on the small of her back. “Give Daddy your hands.” She hesitated, taking her time to breath, feeling his fingers sink in, making her knees tremble, before she listened and folded her arms behind her, again like he’d taught her. “Now, arch your little Bunny-butt up for me.”
She took small shallow breaths as she readjusted her back into a slope again, knowing what was coming, however as she felt it, big and warm and slick and soft like velvet, riding up her drooling pussy, his fingers disappearing from playing with her hole to make room for what would soon take their place, something much bigger and much longer, both his hands grabbing each her wrists, but not before making a cross of her arms, perfectly immobile for him as he lined his aching eager cock up with her pulsating little hole, she couldn’t hold back.
“No, please, Daddy, I’ll be good.” She begged, trying to scramble away, but being to late as she was left simply sobbing into the mattress, unable to move to any other position without it hurting with how his hands had bent her arms behind her back, yet despite knowing this he still took it upon himself to raise his foot and place it down over the side of her face, stomping slightly on it as a warning to keep still. Her movement obliged, coming to a halt, though not able to contain the trembling. “Please…” She tried one last time, though knowing he had no mercy nor patience left to spare her.
“Don’t disobey Daddy.” He fit his cockhead into the dip of her back entrance again, lining up the attack. “Now Bunny, beg for Daddy to fill your little butt up.” She tried shaking her head beneath the pressure of his foot, feeling her heart in her throat, pouting and scrunching her eyes shut, sniffling so adorably, yet he couldn’t take any pity on her when this was a lesson she needed to learn. “I said beg.” He pulled her arms back, as she screamed with how her shoulder-blades were close to popping out, his foot mushing her face harder into the mattress.
“Pl- please Daddy… fill me u- up…” She blubbered, every inch of her quivering.
He quit his torture, leaving her to simply snivel. “Good girl.” And then he started pushing.
Big bulging mushroom head entering slowly as she whimpered, butthole seizing around it, swallowing it up. “You see, Bunny?” His movements stilled, letting her get used to the new feeling of having something so big fit in the firm taunt hole. “Your little butt is sucking on my cock like a lollipop.”
He aimed a drop of spit at where he was cramming inside her, the cold wetness hitting her with surprise as she slightly jumped on her knees, bouncing in the soft sponge of the mattress, the movement inadvertently making his cock rock with shallow thrusts in and out of her, messaging her opening.
He moaned at the cute gesture. “Bunny’s so eager to receive Daddy’s cock, isn’t she?” He slid farther in, making her moan as his cock dragged along the wall that separated from her pussy, making everything tighten up, her pussy feeling so empty, clenching on nothing at all, yet feeling his fat length in just the wrong place, teasing her, making her so unbelievably wet. “Tell Daddy how good it feels, Bunny.” He pulled out again, beginning a slow tempo of lolling halfway into her.
He looked to her face, flushed red and squished together beneath the sole and weight of his foot keeping her down, lips puckered and bloated, cheeks tear-stained, eyes sparkling as she mumbled on small bubbling purrs, unsure pleasure painting her face, looking like such an endearing hopeless mess as he squeezed into the tight fit of her perfect plump ass. “It feels good, Daddy.” She quavered, shaky breaths and small sniffles leaving her adorable expression.
He hummed in return, sinking just a little bit farther inside her, feeling her tense as he did, an open-mouthed whine leaving her, drool hanging like silver string from her lips. “I think Bunny can be more creative than that, can’t she?”
She knew better than to disobey, especially when he already had her in such a compromising postion, knowing he wasn’t far away from pushing all the way inside her still accommodating ass, make her scream and possibly bleed as he fucked her through yet another punishment. “Daddy’s cock feels so good. So good with your number one cock inside me. I love you, Daddy. I love Daddy’s cock. Thank you, Daddy.” She drooled out as sweetly as she could, which was sweeter than honey with how hard it was to breath in her position of being pushed into the pillow beneath her, body slunk with no way of getting up, a proper prayer-pose as Deku stuffed her even fuller, making her mew.
“That’s right…” He groaned, hips rocking slowly and carefully back and forth, opening her little butt with his thickness, messaging her insides, teasing all the sensitive provoked nerves, poking shallowly into the spot that usually had her coming were it not on the other side, in her other hole who was begging to be stimulated in a way that wasn’t half-way fulfilling and half-way terrifying. “And to think Bunny thought she didn’t want this. Daddy still hasn’t heard his apology…”
“You’re right, Daddy, I was wrong… I do want this…” Another moan was forced from her as he inched even further inside, pushing into uncharted and unsuspecting tender areas, making her bleat and sigh ever so sweetly, unable to do anything but lie there and feel every inch of him stuffing her full, taking his time enjoying her tight hole.
He moaned in awe at her words, nearly slobbering. “Daddy knows what’s best for you Bunny.” Another inch had her feeling even fuller, as though he was in her stomach. “Daddy knows what Bunny wants and needs.” He fucked with the added length for a short-lived while until pushing another full inch inside, having her whine out a moan, her ass shaking like a little tease, wiggling at him, her arms also trying ever so slightly on reflex to pull out of his grasp. “Daddy’s always right, Bunny only needs to please Daddy.”
He started sinking in inch after inch, unbothered or perhaps coaxed by how she struggled now, opting to bottom out fully, have his balls squished against her glossy pussy, his cock completely enclosed by her tight spasming butt, grunting out a shuddering groan of potent pleasure while feeling her little futile struggles trying so desperately to make him stop or slow down as he filled her up completely.
toxic! toby who meets you at a dingy gas station, pockets full of junk that he’s planning to steal — wishing his pockets were big enough to steal you too
toxic! toby who integrates himself into your life before you can even realise it, who needs friends when you have toby clinging to you always?
toxic! toby who starts slowly, little ‘don’t go out wearing that’ comments and the consistent pleas to just stay home for the night.
toxic! toby who rushes into things too quickly, fucking you on the counter before he even asks you to be his girlfriend
toxic! toby who quickly puts a stop to your social life, he’s all you need isn’t he?
toxic! toby who knows you so believe him when he threatens you, so he tells you he’ll hurt himself instead.
toxic! toby who can spend a whole day mouth in between your legs, lapping at everything you give him.
toxic! toby who says ‘you don’t love me’ more than ‘i love you’
toxic! toby who most definitely has your name scarred all over him, who carves over the healing wound when he thinks it’s too faded.
toxic! toby who resorts to just keeping you in the house, it’s safe like this and this way, you’ll be with him always <3
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you tell bkg you love his stubble and now he grows it out. hands always on his cheeks. i think he realises you think he’s sexier when he comes back from a trip without shaving, feeling insecure because his hair is a mess, he looks tired af and of course he’s unshaven. then he thinks you’re all over him because you’ve not seen him in a while. but the next morning he brushes his hair off his forehead, washes his face and is about to shave when you’re rubbing up on him like a cat. you’re trying to distract him without telling him what to do. slowly putting his hand with the razor down. kissing his shoulder. sneaking your hands up his tank top. lots of big round eyes from you even though you just woke up. and you can’t be subtle to save your life.
“you look so sexy with stubble.”
and that changes the game because now bakugou keeps it. the five o clock shadow. the light littering of a beard. sooo sexy. on your thighs, on your cheeks, when he’s giving you your breakfast in the morning.
when he’s got a photoshoot for a brand and they shave it for him. he goes to meet you after and your face drops.
“did they make you shave? did they make you? oh katsuki.” and you’re pouting before he gets a hello or a word in. your hand on his face moving side to side.
“it’ll grow back in a few days,” he mumbles, cheeks squished.
TW: NSFW, noncon/dubcon, f!reader, Shiggy being gross
fem reader
It’s easily Tomura.
Tomura because he doesn’t care about the most basic of human needs.
Forgets to feed you. And when he does – it’s always some half-eaten burger, sub or burrito. He doesn’t give two shit if you’re vegan or vegetarian. Shit – he doesn’t even care if you’re allergic. If you don’t want it, you can starve.
Doesn’t give you clothes. He rarely bothers getting himself new clothes, do you think he’s gonna do you any better? No. Wear his dandruff-riddled, old-sweat-seeped hoodie – or wear nothing.
Something else you miss is proper housing – even if it’s just a room with a bed and a toilet. You’ve learned that even that is too much to ask for.
You never stay in the same place for long – needing to switch bases regularly in order to remain low. Never anything he’ll have to pay for, of course – a pick of the litter abandoned office buildings, hotels, and empty homes.
If you’re lucky enough to find a place with running water, you stay longer. If not, you’ll have to make do for a couple of days – worst case was a little over a week. You still shudder thinking about it.
He’ll keep you in any room he can lock from the outside – only sometimes blessing you with an actual mattress and not some old moldy sofa or a thin blanket on cold floors.
One time, you stayed in some old mansion one of the league members had found. You suspect they killed whoever lived there before – seeing as the entire house was properly furnished and clean when you all infested the place.
Not that you got to explore much – Tomura kept you locked in the master bedroom on the third floor – the one where you most definitely would have broken both legs if you tried escaping through the window.
It had been one of the nicer places. One with working hot water and clothes for you to change into – albeit shamefully, sending prayer and thanks to the owner who was no doubt dead and rotting. You were even able to find a stockpile of fresh towels and linens you changed after a week had gone by.
But as the weeks turned to more weeks, they’d all run out – and you began hoping you’d move on to the next place soon. Even with the risk of it being someplace cold and dusty, it would still be a fresher slate.
The nice mansion had gone bad after a month or so – you’d lost track of time.
Thankfully, you’d been able to air out the dank smell of armpit, ass, and feet – and were allowed to take a shower whenever you weren’t handcuffed to the bed – often able to lure Tomura to join you if only for the sake of washing the stench of decay, dandruff and dickcheese off him.
But even so, Tomura isn't the most hygienic type. Managing keeping him halfway decent was troubling enough.
It’s way tougher to keep the room tidy with Tomura’s ill habits of keeping half-eaten food lying around – empty cup noodles and other street junk, beer bottles, and sour energy drinks – along with bloody piles of worn-out clothes, dirty holey underwear, and soggy condoms.
You were driven to the point of disgust that you’d asked him whether he could do you the simple favor of finding and bringing you the house cleaning supplies so you could wash the place yourself.
Oh… how funny he’d found that little comment...
“Too filthy in ‘ere for yah, is it? Too gross for the pretty princess?”
It hadn’t been the first time he’d made you lick the floor. Face down, ass up – with his bare foot placed heavy and clammy against your teary cheek – two of his fingers stuffing your cunt, and the other two inside your ass – while he sits at the edge of the bed, spitefully stroking his hard dick to the degrading view.
“Tch – such a filthy bitch, and you complain about the scenery?” He sneers – pumping both your holes. “Didn’t know I was fuckin’ such a spoiled cunt.”
You cry at the crass stretch his digits make – but you know better than to fight him when he’s pissed. You only regret forgetting how it’s never been a good idea for you to do much of anything other than nod your head and smile pliantly – open your mouth wide for his tongue, spit, cock, and cum or otherwise keep it shut.
Per request, you keep it open wide, tongue out on the hardwood floor – tasting the grouts of lint and dirt and God knows what – stale and salty on your tastebuds. Or maybe it was the tears gushing from your eyes – soaking your face where you sobbed.
“Tch – shut up.” A hand replaces the foot on your face – dragging you up with a fist in your hair. Pulling his fingers from your holes with a sloppy shlick – before promptly pushing all four digits inside your mouth. “If you wanna clean somethin’ – you can start with this slutty mess.”
You gag at the threat as he shoves all but his thumb down your throat – wiping off your slick, then giving your face a mean slap with the same, now spit-coated, hand – before pulling you up from the floor by your hair and ushering you onto his lap to straddle him.
He wipes the rest of your drool off on his erect cock – standing proudly with a thick flow of creamy pre leaking from his slit.
He doesn’t waste much time before lining up with your puffy pussy-lipped hole and making you sink down on him.
You croak at him going in raw – always feeling extra violated without the thin rubber protecting you from catching his germs as he pushes all his veiny girth inside you until giving your womb a cummy kiss.
“What’s the problem, slut? Don’t like riding dirty dick?” He huffs, starting to rut against you in no clean tempo. He snickers at your grimace, still holding your hair in a tight pull as he angles your face to his to kiss your tight-lined lips – feeling you cringe even more. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you clean it after I fill this and the other hole up with filth.”
You whimper at the dark promise – and he wipes his tongue across your sorry expression from chin to temple.
“I’ll do you up nice and nasty – so you won’t feel so out of place anymore~”
Nasty alpha wolf-boy Shiggy buying virgin bunny reader at a shady auction, taking her home and breeding her silly in all her tight bunny holes<3
BNHA ! THIRST
Shigaraki Tomura x darling
WC: 2.5k
TW: NSFW, captive darling, light bondage, oral giving/receiving, multiple orgasms and overstimulation, hybrid au
Shigaraki doesn’t get along with most other organizations aside from his own, but he could hold a certain respect for this establishment. He felt appreciated here – a valued customer – one with a hungry appetite the vendor saved only the very best herbivores for.
Herbivores like you.
“She was easy to tame- submissive like she was made for it!” The Master said. “A bit too submissive for my taste- but you know what they say about bunnies- cute like a button and just as dumb!”
Your thighs rubbed themselves where you stood in the dark of your blindfold. Bleating and cowering in the chastity belt they’d fixed tight around your lower body – having you sheathed on two thick cocks stretching out both virgin holes – making you drippy – vibrating inside you with purrs tickling your core in thrums he could hear from ten meters away.
“Stuff her in the trunk and take her home if you want- she’s so soft around the edges and pumped with hormones she won’t mind the bumpy road. You could take her right here on the concrete, and all she’d do is just moan!”
He could smell it in the air – how heated you were. Sopping like a braindead whore – he bet you’d been stuck in that chastity belt for hours, as sweaty and trembling as you were. Unstable were you stood in pink pumps soaked full of the slick running down your thighs – only managing to stand thanks to the big bodyguard behind you. He was a beastly fucker, squeezing one of your tits tight in a big bear paw while fisting your leash like a noose in the other, pulling the thick black collar kept snug on your throat only to feel your plush ass rub against his crotch.
The way your arms were cruelly bent behind your back was of no help to your balance either, making your perky tits strut forward. Stiff nipples begging for a suck or a twist or a slap – sculpted a bit by an additional harness shaped like a bra with no filling – just thin black leather lines extenuating that on display.
“My hunters swear she’s a pure little thing, so normally I would demand you pay extra-”
Two black heart-shaped eyepatches had you blindfolded but were kept lenient enough to allow tears to soak through, layered damp on your cheeks and giving a pretty plump bloat to your lips – sucking on the pink ballgag stuffed in your mouth, fastened tight around your head – making all your noises come out wet and even more feeble.
“But she’s yours free of charge if the league handles some business for me~”
Your lop ears drooped sadly down your cheeks, framing your cute face like a picture where your little nose kept wrinkling in terribly adorable sniffles – squealing on what he could tell was another ride over the edge.
“Deal.” He barked shortly, a growl in his throat.
The Master grinned. “Always a pleasure doing business with you, Shigaraki.” Tossing him the keys to the lock on your cunt before snapping his fingers, gesturing for the bodyguard to do the same with the leash – pushing you in a wobbling stumble over to your new owner.
And then he really felt you tremble – soft yet stiff, bracing yourself against him – the smell of utter terror and arousal so thick he found himself drooling just at a single close whiff – all the hair on his tail spiked on strict end as a hunger growled low in his gut.
He felt his pants grow taut and gave a hiss – shoving you on your stomach in a sprawl onto the backseat. Throwing your legs inside before slamming the door shut – putting his fingers to his lips – your slick wet on them, glossy and sweet in his nose like a perfume as he licked them clean while getting in the car.
“Drive.” He muttered in another curt growl, signaling the man to his side to turn the keys as he pawed the straining tent bumping his boxers with yet another hiss.
Huffing, he closed his eyes, listening to you nom on your gag with wet cries and moans – his chest tight and brows furrowed – cursing having said yes to clean up another organization’s mess, and even more frustrated with your scent hanging heavy in the air, making everything spin for him – until finally reaching the base.
“Get out, Binky- welcome to your new home.”
He tugged your collar again soon after the car stopped, and out you shuffled – sweaty and shivering on legs that could barely hold their own weight – supported by the hand he had raked in your hair, pulling and dragging your body out into the cold.
Letting go once you were out of the backseat, he started fisting the leash instead, yanking you forward with heels clicking in no steady rhythm – wonky on the ground where you struggled to keep up with him. Slick between your thighs, rubbing together as you walked.
You were still blindfolded – floppy ears shifty at the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut, along with the threatening cheers of the crowd of villains drinking in the rooms the two of you passed. It’s as though he can hear you praying, hoping that he’s not planning on sharing you with the rest of the fray the way you flinch at the whistles and filthy comments being thrown your way.
You sped up until your tits bumped into his back – walking close with your head bowed to shield yourself.
Splitting a grin, he chuckled out a low snort. He hadn’t thought you’d be so silly to seek his comfort. But dumb as it was, his cock seemed to find it unexpectedly pleasant.
Reaching his room, he fished for his key – hands unsteady, tongue gracing his fangs as he unlocked it before stepping inside. Hauling you behind him into the musty space where he at once pounced on you like a predator who’d finally lost all patience.
Paws with claws gabbed your tit with a force that made you stumble – almost fall if he hadn’t tugged you back by your leash. His tongue ran wet over the sweet drool dripping down your neck and chin – his canines close to your neck, making you shiver and bleat for him while his hand dropped down to cup your sex.
Stopping short at the thick feel of latex beneath his fingertips, he growled and shoved you in a toppling wobble until your back hit the soft embrace of the bed behind you. You met it with a bounce and a yelp smothered in your gag – and he followed quickly, crawling on top of you with the key in hand. Carefully caressing the lock on your belt – thinking it would be a shame to destroy it when he could make use of it later. He would need to keep you protected if the way everyone eyed you was any indication. After all, he couldn't expect a base crawling with only carnivores to resist the scent of a herbivore as sweet as you.
He turned the key in the hole and pulled the cruel construction down your thighs, and you gave a whine, hips bucking at the release, quaking at the empty feeling while he eyed the lewd mixture of slick clinging in pretty bridges between the two closing holes and the two glossy rubber cocks still wet and warm with your heat.
“You make quite a slutty mess for a virgin.” He teased, with two of his coarse fingers dragging up your slick clit – gleeful eyes watching you squirm while releasing a strangled sound caught between a moan and a scream – riddled with overstimulation to the point you were cumming in spasms from only the single little touch.
He only chuckled at the sight. Leaving you to pant and quake beneath him – with shakey breaths anticipating the painful pleasure of his touch once again.
“Sensitive, scared, horny- tortured by your own fickle hormones and instincts- I know what you want…” He continued, now with the words leaving hot puffs against the slick skin on your thighs. “You want this teensy little rabbit hole destroyed by the big bad wolf….”
Your whimpers were like a symphony – sweet and softly tuned to strum every string in his gut – purring and stirring something sticky and heavy and starving inside of him.
“Look at this pussy….” He groaned with a click of his tongue – his eyes set on the wet puffy little thing between your legs. “So pretty- I could bite it.”
Your back took an arch, jumping from the bed once his hot mouth hit your mound – letting out another uncontrolled moan – heart pounding so loud and savagely in your chest he could feel it pulse on his tongue inside you as he lapped at you like a parched mutt.
His claws dug with greed, plunged deep into the cake of your thighs, locking you around his jaw where he mouthed at your core with eyes rolling back. Every fiber went on a rampage within him, zipping along his limbs and gathering in his gut like one tight-clenched aching fist.
“Mh-fuck-” He took a breath, mouth gaping and dripping with spit and slick before moving upward, sucking kisses into the soft skin of your tummy and soon locking his lips around your nipple – with one hand working your free titty, the other fucked your hole with horny curiosity, delving in the slick with twists and curls and scissoring.
You whined under his touches, quaking on all counts – listening to your hole squelch while your oh-so-sensitive insides clenched down hard from the warm knot coiling in your lower belly, coming so close to that all-over-feeling yet again – shaking your head in fear of it.
“Piss yourself if it helps- I don’t mind-” He growled out low in a whisper, his fangs against your throat now, grazing playfully with rugged breaths hot against your flushed skin. “I won’t stop until I’ve broken in each hole-”
Eyes big and swiveled with tears rippling down your cheeks in rushed rivulets, all the while your pussy made out with his fingers – feeling the fat digits test the flex of your gummy walls – slippery with slick and happily fluttering from his touches.
You soon caved for the umpteenth time – whole body strangling to suppress the sensation while unsure how much more you could take before going numb.
“Tch- there you go~ good bunny~” He praised in mockery, snickering at your panting – his breath hot on your skin where he moved to hover above your gagged lips – undoing the straps to free your mouth.
“Ah please, m-master- please- no more-” You immediately begged, mouth wet with drool.
“Mh- you’ve got manners…” He moaned, keeping his fingers in your cunt while holding you by the ear in the other hand, gripping it tight and rubbing the thin softness like a lucky charm. Tugging himself out of his pants, messy with pre, he immediately steered the fatness to your mouth. “Open up~”
You took it with a small whine, feeling it push onto your tongue and further in until it hit the back of your throat in a kiss. He gave a groan, feeling your bloated lips wrap around the shaft as you glucked on his length in soft mewls – eyes panning from the view to watch your little titties bounce at the movement, doing small jumps for him as he rammed your sweet face.
He removed your eyepatches – wanting to see your pretty eyes glossy and big for him as you sucked his cock.
The look on your face made his gut rumble – so sweet-looking with your cinched brows and button-nose – eyeing him with cute anxiety, no doubt taking in the scary sight of his red eyes and his pale skin littered with scars.
You coughed cutely when he withdrew, and he bent over to kiss you again, spit stringing between your tongues as his fingers went back to your clitty – rubbing crass circles into it that had you squealing into his mouth.
“Please, master-” You cried, wringing your thighs shut tight around his hand – tears springing from the pity puddles of your eyes as you looked at him with such plead it made his gut roar.
He could only offer a gleeful giggle, spreading your thighs by pulling you snugly around his waist – his cock jumping eagerly above your navel as he bore over you – his breath hot on your face. “Don’t worry, baby bunny, I’ll stuff you up good. Breed you full of a warm creampie in your tight little cunt.” He cooed, fangs sharp and glistening – his paw flat on your belly, rubbing the flesh with want. “Right here~ warm and thick in your little womb~”
You shuddered at the threat, then whined an open-mouthed moan as he sleaved himself inside you. Feeling his every fat vein rub along your walls until his plush head nudged tight against your cervix – making you mewl with an arch in your back, clenching hard around the size of him. Shaking from the toll of it.
He groaned, starting to pound you already – fast and deep, just like a hound rutting. “I’m gonna give you my knot, Bunbun-” He drooled, sucking your cheek with tongue and teeth – red eyes set on your plump and pouty lips – gaping open and begging for more while he continued raving. “Gonna knot you up so tight- make this virgin pussy tremble for me-”
You could only pant, getting run through at such a pace your next orgasm was fucked right out of you. Sweat pilled on your forehead and nose, thighs trembling as you came on his thickness in hot, heaving moans. Throttling his cock for cum – which he soon spilled deep inside you just like he promised – painting your insides with it with balls clenching up, resting snugly against the slick that spilled out.
He was messy when he pulled out again. Glossy and still raging fat as he rolled you over on your stomach – pulling your ass up by your hips while you remained breathless with exhaustion, smudged against the pillowy sheets beneath you.
He laid his meat between your asscheeks, eyes lazily looking over your dewy face and how pretty you looked fucked out on his bed.
“This bunny-hole’s never felt cock either, huh?” He said, voice breathy but eager still – planting his tip at the opening of the taut little entrance before beginning to push.
You moaned out again but could only ball your fists for purchase, still kept in a lock behind your back – tightening them until your knuckles whitened while he crammed himself inside you one stout inch at a time.
“Mmh- fuck, so tight~ it’s gonna feel so fuckin’ good hugging me nice and snug~” He almost whined, getting swallowed down until his pelvis met your ass and the ball of fluff found there – doing a little dance just for him. “Fuck- look at you, little cottontail~” He groaned, leaving himself sunk down to the hilt inside you for a moment of appreciation before beginning to drag out to pound your stomach into a nice mess. “So perfect, I outta take a picture~”
ᯓ tags│age gap (legal ofc), inexperienced reader, mention of drugs, possessive behavior, jealousy, smut, missionary, doggy, matingpress, size kink, manhandling, dirty talk, fingers in mouth, overstimulation, safe word, edging, choking, pinning, oral, bj, hair pulling, bdsm│word count : 5k
─ SANZU HARUCHIYO
sanzu keeps finding himself thinking about you during meetings, during jobs, during long nights. at first, he tells himself it's curiosity - then obsession. by the time he realizes it's love, it's already far too late. you're living in his head rent-free, and every attempt he makes to ignore it only makes it worse.
the age gap bothers him more than it bothers you. because he genuinely believes you're too good for him. he's spent years surrounded by violence, crime. meanwhile, you have a normal life, normal friends, normal worries. when he looks at you, it's like looking through a window into a life he never got to have.
despite his reputation, he's surprisingly soft around you. not in a weak way - just different. there are sides of him that nobody else gets to see. he lets you see his exhaustion. lets you see those rare moments when the weight of everything catches up to him. on nights when he comes home tired, he'll rest his head in your lap and close his eyes while you play with his hair.
he acts annoyed when you worry about him, but secretly he loves it. every text asking if he got home safely. every reminder to eat. every time you tell him to get more sleep. nobody has taken care of him like that in years.
sometimes he'll read your messages while sitting in a room full of dangerous men and feel something painfully warm settle in his chest. he won't answer right away - he likes pretending he's cooler than he is but everyone around him notices how much softer his expression gets whenever your name appears on his phone.
sanzu becomes ridiculously protective, though he tries very hard not to be controlling. there's a difference, and he knows it. he understands that you're your own person. he respects your independence. but that doesn't stop him from worrying constantly.
every time you mention going somewhere alone at night, he immediately starts asking questions. every time you take too long to answer a text, he has to physically stop himself from checking whether something happened to you. he trusts you completely.
one of his favorite things is listening to you talk. genuinely listening. you could spend twenty minutes explaining workplace drama, a movie you watched, a random fact you learned online, and he'd sit there absorbing every word. half the time he has no idea why he's so interested. logically, none of it should matter.
compared to the things he deals with daily, your stories are insignificant. but because they're yours, he hangs onto every detail. weeks later he'll casually bring up something you mentioned once and you'll stare at him in surprise because you forgot all about it. meanwhile, he remembered every word.
he develops a habit of buying you things whenever he sees something that reminds him of you. sometimes it's expensive jewelry. sometimes it's a snack from a convenience store. the price doesn't matter. what matters is that he saw it and immediately thought of you.
his apartment slowly fills with evidence of this habit. little trinkets, books, flowers. random gifts with no special occasion attached. when you ask why he keeps bringing you things, he shrugs and mumbles something about having money to waste. the truth is much simpler: he likes seeing you smile.
jealousy is one of sanzu's worst traits, and unlike some people, he doesn't hide it well at all. in fact, sometimes it feels like he doesn't even try. the second he notices someone getting a little too comfortable with you, his entire demeanor changes, his smile disappears, his patience vanishes. suddenly every little thing irritates him. he doesn't sit quietly and pretend everything is fine because everything is not fine.
he'll insert himself into the situation immediately, draping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against his side, interrupting conversations, making it painfully obvious that he's unhappy. the problem isn't that he doesn't trust you. he does. it's other people he doesn't trust. unfortunately, when his temper gets involved, that distinction isn't always obvious.
it causes arguments more often than either of you would like. sanzu can be surprisingly sensitive when it comes to you, and jealousy has a habit of dragging every insecurity he has straight to the surface. he'll get irritated over things you consider harmless.
he loves domestic moments more than he'd ever admit. grocery shopping together, cooking dinner, arguing over what movie to watch. falling asleep on opposite sides of the couch because neither of you intended to nap. these moments mean more to him than expensive dates or grand gestures. his entire life is built around danger and unpredictability. with you, things are simple.
there are moments when he looks at you and feels almost overwhelmed by how much he loves you. moments when you're laughing at something stupid, moments when you're half-asleep and mumbling nonsense. his chest actually aches because the feeling is too big, too much. he spent years believing he wasn't capable of loving someone normally. then you came along and proved him wrong.
if anyone ever asked him what his favorite thing about you is, he'd probably scoff and refuse to answer. but privately, the answer would be easy. it's the fact that you see him as a person first. not a monster - just him. and for someone who has spent most of his life being viewed through the lens of violence and chaos, that kind of love feels almost miraculous. even after years together, there are still moments when he catches himself looking at you and thinking the exact same thing:
I can't believe you're real.
sanzu's addiction is probably the thing that scares him most once he falls in love with you. before you, he could ignore the damage he was doing to himself. he didn't care enough to stop. if he woke up miserable, if his body paid the price, if he spiraled, that was his problem. but then you happen.
suddenly there is someone whose face he wants to see tomorrow, someone he wants to come home to, someone whose hands he wants to hold ten years from now. he doesn't magically recover because of love. that's not how addiction works. there are setbacks, bad days, moments where he pushes you away because he's ashamed of himself.
but you're one of the few people who sees the difference between the ruthless bonten executive and the exhausted man underneath. you never treat him like a project to fix, you don't lecture him, you don't try to save him single-handedly - you just stay.
moving to his intimate side, sanzu is the type of man who worships you during sex. the first time he sees you undressed, he can't take his eyes off of you. because of his life, he is more on experienced so he knows what he's doing. once sanzu finds out that you haven't been with anyone before - he makes sure to take care of you more delicately.
he enjoys giving more than receiving for sure and can stay between your legs for hours until you physically can't take it anymore. sanzu hates to admit how much he loves when you're desperate for him. that's why he denies your orgasm quite often to see you fall apart under him.
"haru- please, too much." tears are falling apart from the corner of your eyes as you beg for him to let you cum. sanzu keeps pushing all the right buttons - he's circling your clit, hitting that one spot with his long fingers and licking your cunt nonstop. but then he suddenly stops to look up at you - you're a babbling mess, chanting his name like a prayer and begging for release.
you expect him to be mean about it - but he's not. he would rather die than degrade you during your most vulnerable state.
"you're doin' so good, baby, jus' one more f'me." he praises, his voice vibrating throughout your whole body.
sanzu has a staring problem generally - and it shows during sex as well. sometimes he gets distracted when he sees you, hair messy, face flushed, lips red and bruised and he gets so hard. when you also look back at him and hold eye-contact - sanzu takes it as a challenge and will not look away until he makes you lose.
when he's in a good mood - he likes to tease and make you shy. for example, when your legs are on his shoulders as he pounds into you, you're completely open for him. your eyes are rolling back from the pleasure, your tits are moving up and down and you feel like a mess.
"you look so perfect, baby- fuck, so tight f'me, yeah?"
your face gets even more red at his words and you try to hide your face in your hands but sanzu doesn't let you - he will spread your legs apart and get closer to your face - pinning both of your hands on top of your head and keeps thrusting in and out.
"don' hide from me, sweetheart- wanna look at you."
however, sanzu also loves when you're the one making him flustered especially when he doesn't expect it. he could be working on some documents and you suddenly appear out of nowhere, dressed in his clothes, sitting on top of his lap. at first, he smiles at the sight - his favorite girl showing affection. but when you start making out with him, trailing kisses on his neck and softly grinding on his bulge - sanzu's in heaven.
the papers are long forgotten as he wraps his hands around your waist and helps you move better - his cheeks turn pink like his hair and he gets all whiny and loud. "fuck- baby, you feel so good!" sanzu praises as you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him to shut him up.
his favorite position is whatever lets him be as close to you as possible. yes, he enjoys everything you two do together but sanzu is desperate to hold, kiss and bite you. he loves hiding his face in the crook of your neck the most as he pounds into you, leaving marks all over your throat as he smells your scent, hears your moans, taste your skin.
─ RAN HAITANI
the age gap becomes a source of endless teasing. not because he's trying to make you uncomfortable, but because he finds your reactions adorable. every time you call him old, he gasps dramatically like you've mortally wounded him. every birthday becomes an opportunity for you to make a joke about his age and for him to spend the rest of the day pretending he's the victim.
meanwhile, he's secretly very fond of the difference in life experience between you. not in a controlling way - he actually loves hearing your perspective on things. sometimes you'll say something simple, something obvious, and he'll find himself staring because you've managed to make him look at a situation differently.
because he owns multiple clubs and nightlife businesses through bonten's operations, his schedule is unusual. he's often awake when everyone else is asleep and asleep when everyone else is working. yet somehow, he always makes time for you. if that means leaving a club early, he'll leave early. if that means canceling plans, he'll cancel them.
you're more important to him. soon you realize this man, who has entire businesses depending on him, keeps abandoning meetings because you asked if he wanted to get lunch. physical affection comes naturally to him. he's not shy - if he wants to hold your hand, he'll hold your hand. he doesn't think twice about it, doesn't matter if you're in public or not.
his hand is always resting on your knee while you're sitting together, his fingers brushing against yours while walking. his arm draped over the back of your chair. that's just how he is. he likes being close to you.
despite all the teasing, he's actually very attentive. ran notices everything. people often underestimate how observant he is because he acts so relaxed, but he's constantly paying attention. he notices when you're tired before you mention it. notices when you're stressed. notices when your smile seems forced. notices when something is bothering you.
the difference is that he doesn't always address it directly. instead, he'll find little ways to make things easier. maybe he brings your favorite food home. maybe he cancels plans so the two of you can spend the evening together. maybe he distracts you until you're laughing despite yourself. he understands that not every problem can be solved, but he likes making your bad days a little better.
bonten members are used to seeing ran flirt with everyone. they're used to his jokes and his charm. what they're not used to seeing is genuine affection because the version of ran they know is always performing a little bit. then you come along and suddenly he's smiling differently - more soft and warm.
rindou acts annoyed by his brother's antics, but secretly enjoys watching him be happy. the teasing goes both ways. if ran is spending too much time texting you, rindou points it out. if ran cancels plans because you're free that evening, rindou points it out. if ran starts smiling at his phone during a meeting, rindou definitely points it out.
"she texted you, didn't she?"
"mind your business."
despite all the teasing, rindou genuinely likes you. mostly because you're one of the few people capable of getting ran to slow down occasionally. he's spent years watching his brother throw himself into dangerous situations and seeing someone become important enough for ran to think about consequences is reassuring.
one thing about ran is that he absolutely loves sleep. this man can nap anywhere and once you're together, he becomes shameless about using you as a pillow. you'll be sitting on a couch watching television and suddenly there's a head in your lap. you'll be reading a book and feel him leaning against your shoulder. you'll wake up from a nap and discover he's somehow taken up most of the available space despite claiming he wasn't tired twenty minutes ago.
beneath all the jokes and teasing, though, there is a side of ran very few people ever see. despite his confidence, despite how relaxed he appears, he's not immune to fear. he knows exactly what kind of life he lives. he knows how dangerous bonten is. that's why he is always worried about your safety and it's a number one priority for him.
there are moments where you'll catch glimpses of the side of him very few people ever see. usually late at night when you're both lying awake in bed and neither of you feels like sleeping yet. those are the moments where the jokes fade away - where his voice gets quieter, he talks about things he normally keeps buried: childhood memories, regrets, fears. despite how confident he appears, ran carries loneliness too. years of it. and when he trusts you enough to show those parts of himself.
years into the relationship, he'll still look at you the same way he did in the beginning. still reach for your hand automatically. still pull you into his lap during movie nights, still bury his face in your shoulder when he's exhausted, still abandon important plans just because spending time with you sounds more appealing.
ran haitani in bed is something else. he already makes you feel special enough everyday but during sex - he makes you feel heavenly. oh, he knoooows what he's doing. ran is the type that talks you through it for sure. he talks, he teases, he does not shut up. no matter how many times you've gotten intimate - he doesn't fail to make you flustered and shy every single time.
ran is a tall, big man. he's also very strong and can manhandle you however he wishes. he does everything in his power to make you moan louder than before. he feeds off of it.
"like how I fuck you, baby?" he whispers in your ear from behind while pressing his chest down at your back. he's thrusting slow but hard - he goes so deep, you feel him in your tummy. ran slides down a hand to feel himself moving in and out of you. if you don't respond - he stops, cups your face and demands an answer.
"ran, please- don't stop!" you feel frustrated at the loss of an orgasm but once you do as he says - ran continues, pounding even deeper than before, stretching you out so much that your eyes roll back. his hand starts circling your clit and you start to see stars, release taking over you as he fucks you through it. ran haitani likes to take his time during sex. just like sanzu, he also edges you to your limit until you fall apart but he always leaves you satisfied in the end and it makes everything worth it.
most of the time you have sex with ran, you end up in cloud state. if you were shy and hesitant before, now you're babbling nonsense, begging for more - and he never disappoints. he loves to hear you beg for more, moan his name and be desperate as you leave scratches all over his back and arms. he is a masochist more than a sadist - you can slap him, hurt him, scratch whatever you want and it'll only turn him on more.
every time you do try to be dominant, you end up disappointed. ran takes it as a challenge whenever you get on top of him. he lets you have your control but as soon as you start riding him, you fall apart. he starts teasing you, whispering soft praises, playing with your clit and tits, pushing himself up to go in deeper and you lose all your composure. ran ends up rolling you over, getting on top of you and finishing everything on his terms.
"you did good, sweetheart, lemme take over now." he whispers in your ear seductively as he kisses and hits all the right spots.
ran's sex drive is high. he's freaked out almost everyday and can keep going over and over until you pass out from sleep. he tries something new every time you have sex, testing your limits.
one thing he does quite often is wrapping his big, large hands on your throat and staring at your expression while your eyes are rolled back, mouth open from pleasure. the sight of you makes him lose it every time and he has to fight his own body to not cum right on the spot.
ran loves, loves, loves eating you out too much. it always ends up with you pulling on his hair, forcing him stop because it's your third time cumming in a row and you're overstimulated. he frowns but praises you after for doing so good.
ran's big on praise but there are times he's too lost in pleasure and can't control what he says. "such a good slut f'me, fuck, fuck-"
another thing he does is pulling your hair. because of this, one if his favorite position is doggy because he gets to pull your hair and expose your soft neck to him. he leaves marks all over your shoulder and throat as he fucks you from behind. he also gets to whisper sweet praises in your ear and pull you on the edge.
─ RINDOU HAITANI
the age gap is something he thinks about more seriously than he admits. he wants to make sure you're comfortable. he wants to make sure you're making your own decisions. he never wants you to feel pressured by his age, his status, or his position within bonten. once he realizes the relationship is serious, though, he stops overthinking it and simply focuses on making you happy.
out of all the bonten executives, rindou is probably one of the least interested in public displays of affection. not because he's embarrassed of you. quite the opposite, actually. he values the relationship so much that it almost feels private to him - something special. something that belongs to the two of you rather than the rest of the world.
when you're attending events related to the clubs he helps manage and oversee, he stays relatively composed. maybe a hand on the small of your back while guiding you through a crowd. maybe his fingers briefly finding yours. maybe a protective hand on your shoulder.
the moment the two of you are home, he's suddenly attached to your side. he's especially fond of small, quiet touches. if you're cooking dinner, he's leaning against the counter nearby pretending he's not specifically there. but soon enough you feel him wrap his arms around you from behind and place soft kisses on your neck.
rindou often pretends not to care while obviously caring a lot. you'll mention being cold and suddenly a jacket appears over your shoulders. you'll mention being hungry and somehow food arrives. you'll say you're tired and he'll quietly suggest heading home earlier. then when you thank him, he shrugs and acts like it was nothing.
the sweetest thing about him is that he genuinely listens. every little detail you mention gets filed away somewhere in his memory. your favorite drink. the movie you've been wanting to watch. the book you've mentioned three separate times. you'll casually talk about something once and forget about it entirely. then weeks later he'll show up with tickets, reservations, or some small gift connected to that conversation.
late at night is when his softer side appears most often. the city is quiet. the clubs are closed or running without him. bonten feels far away. and suddenly it's just the two of you curled up together in bed. those are the moments where he'll actually talk about things. his worries. his thoughts. memories from years ago. things he would never tell most people.
jealousy is one of the few things capable of bringing that temper out almost instantly. unlike ran, who might tease his way through jealousy, rindou gets noticeably annoyed. if someone is flirting with you, he isn't going to sit there smiling through it. his entire mood drops.
conversations become shorter. his expression gets harder. and if the person continues despite the obvious signs, that's when the irritation starts becoming visible. he'll move closer to you without thinking about it. his hand finds yours. his arm settles around your shoulders. suddenly he's involved in the conversation whether anyone invited him or not - and he will be mean about it!
the worst arguments in your relationship usually happen because rindou has a habit of bottling things up. he's not naturally expressive. if something bothers him, he'll often sit with it for hours before saying anything. unfortunately, by the time he finally speaks up, he's already irritated.
you'll ask what's wrong. he'll say "nothing." you'll ask again. same answer. then three hours later he's suddenly admitting that something from earlier bothered him and now you're both trying to untangle a problem that could've been solved immediately. it's frustrating for both of you. he knows it's frustrating. he just struggles with vulnerability sometimes.
however, one thing about rindou is that he hates staying angry with you. genuinely hates it. arguments make him miserable. even when he's convinced he's right, even when he's still annoyed, he hates the distance that comes afterward. he'll sit alone replaying the conversation in his head, picking apart every sentence, wondering if he handled things poorly. sometimes his pride gets in the way for a little while, but eventually the need to fix things wins every single time.
rindou is also quite experienced when it comes to sex. he knows what buttons to push - he's quiet but focused. at first he won't initiate anything, afraid to make you uncomfortable. he's so hesitant during the first time but once he notices you're nervous, he becomes gentle and guides you through it.
rindou is much softer with you and it takes him a long time for him to get the hang of the relationship. before you, his sex life was pretty much one-night-stands. with you, he doesn't want to mess up so he does everything in his power to make you feel secure and safe. he asks you occasionally if you're okay.
unlike the other two, rindou is much thicker in size and the way he stretches you out feels heavenly every time. he's not much of a talker - all you hear from him are occasional grunts and groans. although, your moans are his favorite thing to hear.
rindou doesn't usually like to shut you up but there are moments when he gets the urge to push his fingers down your throat. it's not that you're being too loud- no, he could listen to you all day if he wanted to. it's just the sight of you sucking on his fingers pulls him to the edge.
rindou works out almost everyday so he is pretty built and strong. when you point out how amazing his biceps look, he gets flustered. later that day, he makes sure to show you how strong he really is. just like his brother, rin's also into choking - but he chokes you with his biceps instead.
you're on your knees and elbows when he thrusts into you from behind. he forces you up by pulling your hair and headlocks your neck in his big, strong arms. your back arches and you feel him hit spots you didn't even know existed.
unexpectedly, you and rindou get so lost in the pleasure, you have to discuss having a safe word. he could be eating you out, fucking you into oblivion and then making you sit on his face and all of a sudden, you're too overwhelmed, your body aching from both pain and pleasure.
speaking of face-sitting, rin is into every position where you're on top of him. oh, how much he loooves having you ride him on the couch after a long, tiring day. he still makes sure to help you move better if you get tired. if you complain too much, he gets a little "mean" and tells you to take it because "you're a good girl for me, yeah?". will praise you endlessly after you're done, though.
rin is a very touch-starved man. he likes to feel you close. 99% of the time he's sweet but angry sex with rindou is something entirely different. it usually happens when he gets jealous. when he noticed someone hitting you up at his club and he got genuinely irritated.
he obviously doesn't mention why his mood changed until you ask and that's when he loses all his composure - tying you up the to the bed and taking out all his anger on you. that's when he first realizes he enjoys overstimulating you a bit too much. he can't help himself the way he licks all over your cunt while pushing fingers deep inside you. your hands are tied up so you can't hold on to anything and you feel helpless and vulnerable under him but he's making you feel so good.
if you couldn't tell already, rindou would rather give than receive. but there are times, you want to do something for him too. rin's a bit hesitant when you first go down on him. he's the one that feels overwhelmed this time - the way your mouth feels so warm and amazing around him, the way your tongue moves around his tip.
rindou loves to manhandle and use his strength on you. your legs could be on his shoulders, you're so close to cumming and he suddenly decides to flip you on your stomach and push his dick deeper from behind. he also enjoys fucking into you on the shower wall, hands under your thighs while he's holding you up. he groans at how your walls squeeze him tight and bites your neck out of frustration.
his head rolls backwards from the pleasure as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you down deeper, reaching your throat. that's the first time you hear him moan out of pleasure. "fuck- jus' like that, don't stop-" he's completely lost in pleasure as you bob your head up and down nonstop. looking at you on your knees as you suck him off becomes his favorite sight of you.
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summary: sanzu's birthday countdown is about to begin, but where the fuck is he? little did everyone know, he's having a little celebration of his own, right at the driver's seat.
tags: mdni 18+, car sex, drug use
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the countdown was supposed to start in a few minutes.
inside the haitanis' club, everyone was already halfway through their drinks. rindou kept checking his watch once in a while, ran had long given up pretending he wasn't irritated, and koko was fielding the same question for what felt like the tenth time.
"where the hell is the birthday boy?"
nobody answered. because nobody had heard from him in nearly an hour.
"they're literally gonna fucking kill us, haru."
"let 'em try. i'd kill to see that." his voice was a low against your ear, utterly wrecked. you couldn't catch your breath, your chest heaving as you straddled his lap in the cramped driver's seat, the steering wheel pressing uncomfortably against your lower back every time he pulled you closer, or whenever you adjust yourself.
you had been down here for fucking ever. what started as you reaching to fix his tie had turned into a chaotic, greedy blur the second his fingers dug into your hips and dragged you over the center console, forcing you down onto him.
now, your dress was ruined, discarded somewhere on the floorboard, leaving you in your undies, with panties pushed to the side. just great.
the underground parking garage was dead silent, washed in pale fluorescent lights that caught the sweat on his neck. the car reeled of expensive cologne, fresh leather, and the chemical tang of the pills he'd swallowed before you even left his office earlier.
"you started this," you choked out, your nails sinking into the fabric of his shirt to keep your balance. his tailored suit jacket was trampled somewhere at the backseat, his white button-down was torn completely open at the chest, exposing his skin.
"i didn't start shit. you looked at me. that's your fault." he muttered, a manic, breathless laugh catching in his throat as his hands gripped your waist to violently anchor you against him. he sucked down on the side of your neck, hard enough to leave a mark they'd all see upstairs.
like as if he hasn't left enough already. you started to wonder how your skimpy dress would cover all those marks he left - ugh. typical sanzu.
his hands were rough, entirely devoid of gentleness as he claimed you right there in the cramped front seat, totally unbothered by the fact that his birthday party, he's totally missing out on, was still waiting for him.
sanzu was completely unhinged, his movements frantic and demanding, chasing a high that had nothing to do with the drugs in his system. he finally pulled back from abusing your neck area to look at you, his pupils were entirely blown, the scars at the corners of his mouth stretching into a wide, terrifying grin.
"look at you," he whispered, his thumb violently smearing your lipstick across your cheek as you rode out the final, frantic friction of his weight beneath you. "fucking beautiful."
he buried his face back into your shoulder, dragging out the last few seconds until a low, ragged groan left his chest, his fingers locking into your hair as he shook against you.
for a long minute, the only sound was the frantic, uneven rhythm of your breathing against the glass window.
"no shit, we have to go," you breathlessly whispered, still sitting over his lap, your forehead resting against his shoulder, just like him.
"they can choke." sanzu didn't move, lazy and heavy underneath you, his hands remaining locked on your hips to keep you from sliding off him just yet. the silence between you felt thick, interrupted only by the heavy bass of the club vibrating through the concrete floor.
someone was probably wondering where the number two of bonten was. if only they knew he was ruining his birthday suit in a dark parking lot.
sanzu tilted his head, his eyes glassy and wildly dark as he stared at the red marks on your thighs where your his fingers left a mark from the force it received.
"stay right there."
"...what are you doing?"
"having fun." that look in his eyes was pure trouble.
you watched him reach blindly into the back seat, digging through his discarded jacket until he pulled out a small silver case.
"...seriously? right now?"
he didn't even answer, flicking it open and dumping a heavy pile of white powder directly onto your thigh.
"you're genuinely insane."
"and you love it."
before you could attempt to scramble back to the passenger side, his grip tightened on your waist, keeping you straddled right over his lap. his grin was sharp, all teeth, as he looked down at your bare skin.
"haru, seriously, we need to go." you muttered, exhausted but completely trapped under his gaze.
"shut up and hold still." he didn't even look up, using a black amex card to swiftly chop and drag the powder into three messy, thick lines right across the soft, flushed skin of your upper thigh. "let's make it look pretty."
you watched him, your heart hammering as he lined it up with terrifying, hyper-focused concentration.
"h."
then the next one.
"b."
and the last.
"d."
he leaned back against the headrest, staring at his work before breaking into a loud, unhinged laugh that echoed in the tight space of the car. "perfect. look at that."
"h..b..d, happy birthday" you looked down at your leg, utterly breathless. "...you are out of your mind."
"old news."
"mikey's going to shoot you one of these days."
"he can try," sanzu sneered, sounding incredibly proud of himself.
you couldn't help the breathless laugh that escaped you, leaning your forehead against his damp collarbone. "is this my present or yours?"
"everything's mine today," he murmured, his voice dropping into something dark and possessive.
without further ado, he adjusted the driver's seat to accommodate more space for the both of you, pushing slightly backwards. sanzu leaned down to your thighs, in order to sniff the lines he made. meanwhile, his free hand stayed on your hip to keep you in place.
the moment he lifted his head up, bits of powder was still splayed across his nose and chin.
"geez, what a happy birthday." you said as you giggled, cupping his face with one hand, while the other dusted away the leftover powder on his face.
"too literal with the 'happy' part," he muttered as he stopped your hand. "now, open." using his fingers to swipe the remaining powder on his face instead, he made sure you lick it clean.
"atta girl." sanzu praised as you sucked off his fingers clean.
"you're such a fucking dick," you sighed dramatically afterwards, finally scrambling over the console into the passenger seat to try and fix your appearance. "they're totally going to add us on the gang's hit list, sanzu."
"i told you, just let them. it's not like they can take me down."
right on cue, his phone on the console started vibrating like crazy.
ran.
then rindou.
then koko.
he stared at the flashing names for a second, his expression turning cold and bored, before he deliberately pressed the power button and flipped the phone face down in the cup holder.
"not answering?"
"they're annoying."
"...your entire syndicate is looking for you."
"they'll live."
you laughed, reaching over to help him pull his ruined shirt back together, smoothing down the lapels of his jacket as he threw it back on. "there, looking like a proper executive again."
"almost," he grabbed your chin, grabbing your face up and aggressively biting the meat of your lower lip, leaving a sharp sting before kissing it better. "now i'm ready."
upstairs, the muffled sound of the crowd suddenly started muffled through the concrete.
"...ten."
"...nine."
"...eight."
the countdown was happening anyway. you looked at him through the dim lighting. "looks like you just missed out on your own party, birthday boy." you smirked.
his wild, dangerous grin returned, the scars on his face twisting into something wicked.
"like i care," he reached over, popping your door open for you. "i didn't exactly miss out, anyway." his eyes raked over you, signifying what just transpired between the two of you.
when the distant cheering finally erupted above your heads, sanzu just laughed to himself, fixing his crooked tie in the rearview mirror like he hadn't just wrecked you while you were on his lap.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who's just walking around campus, headphones in and face as stoic and bored as ever—always looking like actively living life is hell on earth and everything happening around him is beneath the worth of his attention.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't even have to try to get the girls lined up for him. He's receiving a flirty and/or seductive 'Hi, Megumi' everywhere he goes. Never answering, never acknowledging. He's just walking past in hallways, continues to eat during lunch or keeps his nose in the book at the library.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't look like much, but the girls always squeal and whisper about his unbelievable sleeper build. It happens when he wipes sweat from his forehead by using the fabric of his shirt and reveals what rideable abs lie beneath or when he rolls up the unfortunately long sleeves of his shirt during especially hot summer days to expose a glimpse of that bulk beneath.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who has these rumors circling around all of campus on his particular skills. Apparently he can make girls cum so much they pass out without even having to use his cock. Apparently his dick is as thick as a can of soda and just as long as his perfectly veiny forearms. Apparently the curve to his length always hits the best spot no matter where it lays inside of you. And one girl swears he made her finish with just a particular look.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who just shrugs whenever someone has the guts to directly ask if everything said about him is true and rolls his eyes whenever a guy makes a disrespectful comment towards him to rile him up.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who smirks when no one sees it, corners of his mouth tilting up just the slightest fraction while grinning in his head about the ridiculousness of it all. If only they knew. If only they knew that those rumors are just the tip of the iceberg and hold nothing against the actual skills this boy has when it comes to bringing pleasure.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who doesn't know how these (more often than not true) rumors are circling around when he has never been with someone other than you.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who sits back on his heels and has you impaled on his cock inside your room, both hands tightly gripping at your waist to move you up and down by his own strength since you're not able to assist the movement anymore after everything he has put you through already.
Fuckboy!Megumi That pulls you onto him to the hilt, relishing in the way your slick walls spasm around him and your squirt splashes wet and loudly against his abdomen when you cum around him for the nth time—those helpless little noises that get stuck in the back of your throat are music to his ears and he swears he has to think about someone as annoying as Gojo to not immediately nut inside of you.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who always makes sure to whisper praises and sweet nothing's into your ear when you're completely out of it and he carefully ruts into you while cowering over your much smaller frame. He only pulls back to look into your eyes when he's pleading with you to cum just one last time, for him, so you two can finish together. And yes, it's the look in his eyes that has you convulsing around him again.
Fuckboy!Megumi Who has you cleaned up and replenished with water and a chocolate bar he brought back from the vending machine because you always crave sweets afterwards, when he asks you about a new thing he heard spread around on campus. You just shrug your shoulders, munching and grinning behind your chocolate as you tell him you have no idea where this is coming from. After all you two agreed on keeping things private and low-key, right?
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sukuna . . . the soft & sensitive dip where your neck meets your shoulder. he has a habit of stalking up behind you when you’re distracted—cooking, reading, or working—and wrapping his massive arms around your waist to anchor you against his chest. he’ll bury his face in your hair first, letting out a deep, rumbling sigh that vibrates right against your spine, before planting heavy, lingering kisses along your collarbone. it’s a slow display of complete affection, a reminder that out of everything in his world, this quiet space with you is the only place he actually wants to be
gojo . . . the very tip of your nose or right between your eyebrows. because of his ridiculous height, he absolutely loves looming over you just to make you look up. he’ll slide his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, give you a bright grin, and lean in to press an exaggeratedly loud kiss right on your face. if you try to swat him away or complain about him ruining your focus, it only encourages him; he’ll just laugh, cup your face in his large hands, and shower your cheeks with quick, bubbly kisses until you’re completely giggling and giving up on whatever you were doing.
toji . . . the crown of your head or your temple. affection with him is always grounded, and deeply comforting, usually happening at the very end of an exhausting day. he’ll sit on the couch and pull you straight into his lap, burying his face into the side of your head while his large arms lock securely around your middle. he doesn't say much, but the way he rests his chin on your hair and leaves soft, slow kisses against your temple speaks volumes. it’s his way of unwinding, letting go of his usual guarded demeanor, and finding a moment of absolute peace with you and only you!
nanami . . . the inside of your wrist or the palm of your hand. his style of romance is incredibly classic, deliberate, and respectful. when the two of you are sitting together after dinner, winding down from a long day, he’ll quietly reach over and take your hand in his. his thumb will trace the back of your knuckles for a moment before he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right against your pulse point. it’s a deeply grounding gesture that feels incredibly intimate, because he dosen't need grand actions to show his love for you.
geto . . . the corner of your mouth or along your jawline. he is extremely attentive and tender, always making sure to fully connect with you before he even leans in. he’ll gently slide his fingers through your hair, tucking a stray strand behind your ear while looking down at you with a soft, adoring smile. his kisses are always slow and warm, lingering right at the edge of your lips as if he's trying to memorize the exact feeling of the moment. it carries a beautiful & quite intensity that instantly makes you feel like the center of his entire universe.
higuruma . . . your forehead or the space right beside your eye. because his mind is constantly running a mile a minute with legal cases and heavy thoughts, being with you is his only true escape. he’ll come home, loosen his tie with a weary sigh, and immediately seek you out. he likes to cup your face gently, closing his eyes as he presses a long, deeply affectionate kiss to your forehead. it feels incredibly reverent—like a silent thank you for being his calm in the storm, a safe harbor where he can finally turn off his brain and just exist in your warmth.
choso . . . your cheeks or the knuckles of your hands. because he takes his role as a protector so seriously, his affection is fiercely sweet and entirely gentle. he gets a little flustered if you catch him staring, but he loves holding your hands in his. he’ll carefully lift your fingers to his face, kissing each of your knuckles one by one with an earnest, intense devotion that can make your heart skip a beat. if you smile at him, his expression melts completely, and he’ll lean down to press soft, tentative kisses all over your cheeks, looking incredibly proud and happy just to be near you.
sukuna grinding his cock up into you in the middle of a frat party, lazily rolling his hips up to hit that sweet spot and keeping your back pressed against your chest as he murmured in your ear, "you gonna moan?"
shaking your head no to stop yourself from whimpering at the weight of his forearm wrapped possessively around your waist while drunk frat bros passed you by, chatting about stupid shit and gawking at sorority girls and totally clueless to the way you were getting ruthlessly stretched out around your situationship's thick cock.
"y-you wish," you quietly insisted, biting down on the bottom of your lip just for him to laugh at you, your skirt flipped up as your lace thong started to chaff against the inside of your thigh.
"i do," he hummed, his teeth grazing against the inside of your throat. "want them to know who's fucking you like this."
"no thanks," you huffed at him, trying your hardest to keep a straight face when he was intent to keep you squirming on his lap. no one else needed to know what you shared. which you were sure should just be sex. no matter what either of you said in the heat of the moment. "m'not yours."
so tired of people thinking taboo stuff in fiction equals taboo stuff in real life and “you’re a bad person if you write about it or enjoy it”. not to mention how harmful it is to reduce the severity of these things in real life by watering them down to dark fiction, my dude, humans have always enjoyed fiction that is taboo. otherwise there would be no horror movies or slasher movies or movies about wars and murders or any kind of media that wasn’t rainbow and sunshine.
just because you are personally uncomfortable with taboo stuff in fiction doesn’t mean your personal feelings are universal and it certainly doesn’t mean you get a free pass to harass others.
I’ve been into non-con fantasy ever since I was younger than 10 years old! I love reading and writing non-con fics, and I’ve been reading and writing them for almost a decade now. and guess what, I will never condone it in real life. nobody in real life is ever affected by the fictional things I enjoy, because it’s fiction and I am mature enough to separate it from reality. actually, even when I was younger than 10, I always knew that this thing I enjoyed was bad in real life. if a seven year old me could separate fiction from reality, you as an adult should be able to do it too — unless you’re deeply troubled, and in that case you need professional help.
no, you’re not morally better than anyone just because you don’t enjoy certain topics in fiction. you’re a bully if you think you can harass real people over fiction.
put your anger and energy on people who harm others in real life, instead of harassing innocent people for having thoughtcrimes.
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AN: kinda inspired by when British Parliament passed the Quartering Act in 1765, and those in the American colonies were required to provide housing for British soldiers, and how they were also expected to provide food, firewood, and even beer.
fem reader
Thinking about old-timey soldiers Hawks and Dabi who knock on your door with their caps in hand, plastic smiles on both their faces when asking for a warm homecooked meal – knowing you can’t refuse by order of the King.
It’s a humble cottage more than it’s a house, but the two men make themselves at home while you slowly stir the stew you’ve whipped up for them – only halfway of your own free will.
Hawks asks where your husband is, and you point to the love letters displayed on the mantle and tell them he’d been called away seven months ago.
Dabi then asks if you’ve been lonely…
You try and laugh it off as though it was a charming thing of him to say – but you’ve been feeling apprehensive ever since you opened the door – seeing their hands casually resting on the weapons by their hip as though in silent threat.
You sit with your hands in your lap while they eat. They say they’ve missed the sweetness of a woman like you – that the lads back at base don’t know how to do it the same way. And you know they’re talking about the food, but still… you can’t help but feel they’re insinuating something else.
You scream when they grab you – but it’s not like they expected anything else from a married woman – of course, a good wife would give anyone who isn’t her husband some fight – but like any woman, you’re quickly subdued by the two of them.
Their smiles are still eerily calm, even as you cry – utterly unmatched by their actions, where they squeeze into all your plush parts with unwarranted strength.
Hawks hugs you from behind, forcing your arms behind your back – his crotch planted firm against your rear, even through all the thick layers of your skirt.
Dabi is in front of you. He ripped open your blouse in the struggle – now whistling at the pretty sight of your tits while stroking his revolver up the crane of your neck, poking it into your cheek before using it to brush a wisp of hair out of your face – pretty and riddled with tears while you snivel and whimper.
He takes your chin in a strong hand, his tone smooth while he tells you to calm down – as though he's not got his loaded fire weapon aimed at you. His nose brushes yours as he croons at you through a smile – giving your quivering lips a quick peck.
Hawks’ tone is just as suave – playful even, grinning toothily, chuckling out how they just want to thank you for the hospitality as he quickly tugs the wool of your dress up, balling it all around your waist. Petting your cunt through your bloomers with your wrists gripped firm in his other hand, pinned tightly to the small of your back.
Cutlery, plates, and cups crash to the floor when Dabi swipes to clear the table – sending you hips-first against it.
The nose of his gun jabs into your nape, forcing your head down until your cheek smudges the splintery wood.
He doesn’t bother retraining you, letting the threat of his bullets do to all the talking while he unbuckles his belt, letting his uniform drop around his ankles.
He rips a gash in the thin cotton of your bloomers. They look too cute to remove. Not frilly like rich maidens wear, like in those catalogs the men will pass around if not pictures of each other's girlfriends. Yours are worker class, probably sewn by yourself from some old curtains – not meant to be erotic, but made so erotic because of it.
You’re just a simple farmer’s daughter making your country proud – is what he whispers in your ear when he has two fingers stuffed up your cunt.
It’s obvious you haven’t been fucked in a while – the two digits make you wince and, in turn, make him restless to give you the real thing. He can tell just by the buck of your hips it’s going to feel the same as fucking a virgin.
You’re quickly wet like one, too. Makes it easy for him to slide into your tightness despite your teary whines.
He lets out a heavy groan when you’ve taken him to the hilt – stays nestled there for a minute – in reverence of the tight, wet warmth he hadn’t felt in a while.
Sure, he and Hawks might have done things on cold, long, lonely nights, but nothing can quite compete with the softness of a woman in his mind.
Those precious ways you tighten up and shake from the stretch, shuffling your thighs when he kneads into your womb – soaking him with wet velvet slick.
His gun goes lazy against your back, though still very much keeping you scared in place as he lolls in and out of you at a languid pace – his chin tipped up with a sigh.
But it’s only initial relief – and once it dies down and the hunger spurs anew – he’s got his lips at your ear and his gun in your mouth – crude things flying off his lips, hips thrusting against you with the same haste of a hound in his rut – saying if he were your husband, he’d never leave your cunt and cooking – that he’d pick being buried six inches deep between your thighs than six feet deep in the dirt – sucking your cheek while telling you not to fret long over your man – how he and Hawks will help you grieve when the love letters stop coming.
The blonde is busy looting the liquor cabinet while Dabi ravages your poor cunt – but he comes back to switch with him once he finds the most expensive bottle.
It was a wedding present you’d been saving, one you’d thought you’d open the day your love would return – but Hawks cares little for the etiquette and swigs it raw from the stem as he retakes his place behind you – bathing his thick shaft with the slick sheen on your inner thighs before pressing himself inside you.
He doesn’t bother to start slow – he’d been kept waiting long enough and goes straight to pounding you deep. Kicking your legs apart – a hand buried in the cake of your ass to steady you whilst the other grips the bottle.
The table is small. Meant for only you and your man – so perfect for bending you over – just intimate enough to allow Dabi to stand at the other end with his cock in your mouth.
The whole thing wobbles against the floor as the two men have their way.
They deserted from their battalion a long time ago and have both grown pretty tired of house-hopping – and this place seems far enough removed from where anyone would bother looking for them.
Who knows, maybe they’ll stay until the war is over.
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