#!dubcon

      grimmjow’s adjuchas form was la pantera; a slender, panther-like animal that dominated the perpetually pale white dunes of hueco mundo. so naturally, (with my brain falling into grimmjow-specific rut) i’d like to believe that grimmy has a scent kink. and he’d never know nor expect to have one before crossing paths with you, a damned human, he’d curse in his mind.  there’s just something intrinsically wild and unhinged about grimmjow, and loving the way you smell ━ even to extreme extents ━ is just one of the ways he displays his affection for you. so, this segues into grimmjow getting very possessive over you very quickly and is almost …territorial with this pretty human girl that’s close with soul reaper ichigo and his friends.

it’s when he initially acts on his own, gathers his group of lower ranking arrancar, and invades the world of the living that he discovers you and your unique but slightly impressive spiritual pressure; impressive in the sense it was enough to see at least see spiritual beings like hollows and shinigami. during all the chaos and on his search for this ichigo kurosaki he’s been hearing about, he spots you on a sidewalk, engaging in what looked like a sprint, farther and farther away from a fight between one of his men and another shinigami he didn’t recognize or care enough to know the name of. from where he stood in the air, he could see then clear look of fear in your eyes. your facial expression was showed you were deeply distressed, your body visibly trembled━ 

then his analysis came to a pause. wait.

your body.

getting a little closer to the grown, grimmjow was able to get a closer look at what pieces of fabric were hugging that...voluptuous figure of yours. while dodging fall debris, maneuvered through the streets of karakura town in a baby blue, spaghetti strapped tank top that stopped just above your pierced, pudgy navel (the blue-haired arrancar had never seen a piece of jewelry placed there before, but found himself staring at it for longer than what was necessary), black yoga pants whose hem reached past your ankles, black ugg tasman slippers, and to top it off, your long black cardigan flew wildly in the wind as you ran. all his senses were sharper now that he was a more powerful, full-fledged espada, so he could hear the faint sound of clear beads from your butt-length hair violently bouncing against each other, giving you an individual style that grimmjow couldn’t help but find remarkable. and then without warning or a distinguishable explanation, some primal notion deep within his being, felt himself immediately attracted to you. but of course, being supercilious as he was, the thick fog of pride fogging his vision, he rebuked any and all lingering thoughts, curiosity, attraction towards you. you were a human for crying out loud. what was worse, you didn’t even have any powers like that orange haired woman orihime or that other strong guy, chad. they were human too, so what was different about you. not having the patience to figure it out, his ( initial ) regard for you plummeted and ultimately decided to ignore you so and carry on with what he initially came here for: to find a worthy opponent and fight them.

and that same wind that passed through your knee length cardigan floated irregularly through the atmosphere, making a slow and aimless ascension to the clouds that hung lazily in the navy-blue sky━ inching closer to the sexta espada. the air infused with your scent entered the vicinity in which his sharp nose was able to reach. the breezed wisped across his strong face and jaw, he inhaled it unintentionally and— God his mind literally blanked. grimmjow’s train of thought was abruptly flung off the rails and momentarily lost concentration on the fight he was about to engage in. he swore the hot blood that rushed down to his crotch from his brain was instantaneous, he almost lost balance.

what was that smell? and why in the hell did it smell…so good? his mind wandered, unknowingly becoming hopelessly enraptured by your aroma and wanting to fulfill the instantaneous urge to follow the scent, like a fucking dog or something. and when he remembered you running, panting heavily to safety ━ past his general direction ━ he put two and two together and figured out it was you. the ambrosial smell was coming from you, from that plush body of yours. it had taken his olfactory senses by the horns, and grimmjow nearly lost all his wits, the urge to abandon the whole fight with carrot top just to seek you out and take you for himself was getting stronger with each passing minute. and it was obvious he’s not good with impulse control at all, so the fact he had so much self-restraint to focus on the current task at hand was a feat in itself.

he was able to spot your figure one last time before you disappeared into one of the buildings a few blocks down. while senselessly beating ichigo into the asphalt of the street, there was a lingering thought in the back of his mind that liked seeing shade of blue against your mocha skin. 

maybe because the hue was coincidentally similar to the hair on his head.

soon enough the battle was over, and when he returned to his own quarters in las noches, laid on his bed and took a moment to really process everything? he could feel himself spiraling, but this time he didn’t do anything to stop it; he let his thoughts hurl themselves off the deep end. his senses were swirling, your pleasant odor imprinting on him more deeply than he had expected or anticipated it to. he needed to see you━ no, to smell you again. little did he know these budding desires would cause him to become enamored with every aspect of your being in the very near future. with grimmy being who he is, he already began to scheme and figure out a time when to go back to the world of the living. he didn’t even know what he was going to do but he just knew that he had to satiate these relentless thoughts. 

he could feel his member stiffening again when he remembered how just how you looked, with that frightened expression laced in your countenance. that paired with your sensual figure and how you smelled? without giving it a second thought, he scrambled to get his pants at his ankles so he could wrap his large palms around his girthy dick quick enough. he gave himself a few experimental pumps, precum was quick to bud from his slit when your round tits flashed in his mind’s eye. he then imagined how your aroma mixed with the scent of passionate sweaty sex as he fucked you silly would smell like, and just how much sweeter your voice could sound with his name dripping from your plump lips. with his mind racing, shame quickly evaporated from his body as he tightened his grip, his hand movements grew faster and alternating between different wrist movements. grimmjow cursed himself through deep groans for being aroused enough to even do something like this because of some human woman he saw on the street in the world of the living, but the poor baby couldn’t help it. 

grimmjow got so lost in the pleasure, in the feeling of how his heavy cock felt in his grasp and in his fantasies of bouncing you up and down his length, breasts jiggling in his face with his mouth clasped onto one nipple, like a baby desperate for milk from its mother. and he wanted all of your ‘milk’, and he desperately wanted to give you all of his; he wanted to fill you up with it. after overstimulating himself a little and having mind-blowing, sheet-gripping orgasm that left his chest rising and falling like waves against the seashore, his hips lazily thrusted into his fist on their own volition to prolong this euphoric sensation for as long as possible. usually, post-nut clarity was supposed to bring you to your senses, to a more rational and calm state of mind. 

and bring grimmjow to his senses, it did. because he stared at the unnatural amount of his solidifying seed in his palm, on his lap and near the hole in his abdomen, one thing became increasingly clear: releasing an abundant amount of cum didn’t make him want you less— it made him want you more. because grimmjow knew well enough he’d drive himself crazy with these kinds of perverse behaviors and thoughts of you had he done nothing to resolve the issue. with you on his mind, he wouldn’t be able to focus on the tasks as one of lord aizen’s elite arrancar.

eventually, around the time the fourth espada ulquiorra would coerce and kidnap orihime to come with him to hueco mundo, grimmjow decided that was the best time to. . . apprehend you as well. he didn’t even have a valid reason other than wanting to keep you for himself and utilize you as he saw fit. quite frankly he doubted anyone, including aizen himself, would care if he brought back a little something extra from the world of the living, especially if this ‘something’ was a human who was no imminent threat to aizen’s plans. if anything, this could only benefit him, since you were one of ichigo’s close friends and if needed, you could be used as leverage.

it would be at night when your fate would be sealed, the sky practically empty and starless. the lights from the many buildings and streetlights outshone any stellar body that hung up above besides the moon. and high in the atmosphere is where the garganta that came from hueco mundo pried itself open, like the mouth of a monster about to devour its prey. except the ‘predator’ in question was actually the sixth espada; and of course, you were the unsuspecting prey. his sapphire irises scanned over the vast area of the city, starting at the place where he last fought with ichigo.

memory served him correctly ━ probably because he was so determined━ and recalled the general area where your living space was. using his sonído, grimmjow already found himself hovering above the apartment complexes, and began to seek out your unique spiritual pressure. within seconds he was able to distinguish yours from the faint traces of the other humans living on this block, and he wasn’t sure if he was hallucinating from excitement or not, but he was sure he could pick up your scent from all the way where he levitated in the air. he had to suppress a growl as he followed his senses, and made an abrupt appearance on your terrace, which you unfortunately left cracked open because your bedroom was much too stuffy and desperately craved circulation from the cooler, night air. 

the blue-haired espada let out a sort of derisive chuckle at your blatant ignorance. 

it’s only when you opened the door to your bathroom that led directly to your bedroom did you notice that a stranger had entered your apartment. your heart dropped when you saw grimmjow’s tall, lanky but muscular figure sitting on your bed, his elbows on his knees and his eyes trained on you. he was like a cat, with how his gaze was so fierce and consuming. a wave of an unfamiliar fear washed over your body and mind, completely drowning you. your legs instinctively moved backwards back into the bathroom, your flight response taking prominence and deciding you’d barricade yourself in there. you weren’t even a hundred percent certain it would work, but you couldn’t just stand there.

but grimmjow was much, much faster. faster than what you could comprehend. 

his movements were so high speed, you had almost thought you imagined him sitting there, because by the time you blinked out of your stupefied stare, he was gone.

but your horror was unfortunately realized. in fact, you were not hallucinating the whole ordeal, because an unpleasant, static ━almost booming noise ━ rung out in your ear, and suddenly the intruder was behind you, one hand gripping your throat with unnatural strength, cutting off vital oxygen supplies to your heart and lungs, and the other harshly gripping one of your arms to keep you still. 

“scream, and i’ll snap your arm like a fucking twig. it won’t be hard for someone like me, y’know.” you tried very hard not focus on his rough palm on your windpipe, and how easy it would be to delude yourself into a line of thinking that, had then circumstances been different and you were already acquainted with one another, this could have led to an entirely different outcome.

but, at the moment all you could do was gasp raggedly, your mind slowly falling into delirium because you couldn’t breathe. using what little space you were allowed to turn your head back towards your assailant, your eyes widened at just how ferocious he looked. he looked human, but you knew he wasn’t; the skeletal row of sharp, saber-like fangs on his right jaw and the concerningly large hole in his stomach told you that; it was unsettling. what was even scarier about him though, was that he looked a little familiar to you. why did it seem like you’ve caught a glimpse of his face before?

“stupid woman. . . leaving your doors open like that. don’t you know that you’re inviting practically any body into your home? you’re lucky that it was me, and not some creep.” he taunted you sinisterly as his grip on your neck and arm grew tighter, and now your struggle to breath became more obvious when you started to see blotches in your vision. the balance beam tipped dangerously back and forth between arousal and the fear that ran through your brain at the thought you might actually die.

“w━wh..who a-are. . . you. . .?” you had so much to say, so many questions. but you physically didn’t have any strength to voice them and oppose him, and you certainly didn’t want a broken arm.

“doesn’t matter. all you need to know is that you’re coming with me. and no, you don’t have a choice so don’t try and make a big fuss about it.” grimmjow stated tersely, not waiting for your compliance or a response. it’s not like you could speak clearly anyway. 

given with how close grimmjow was to you, your scent violently invaded his nostrils, and he couldn’t help but lean down slightly from his height and take a deep inhale into your braided hair that was tied down with a fine, silk scarf. even a barrier such as that couldn’t stop your aroma to waft into his personal space. standing from behind you he also got a good view of your cleavage in the v-cut oversized black shirt you wore, and how your nipples reacted to the cold air from outside. he had to physically stop himself from ripping your panties off, gagging you with them, and stuffing your cunt by confining your arm into a tighter grasp. you thought it would break if you even moved an inch. he figured he’d only suffocate you, since he admittedly preferred not use force on you; you’re too pretty and fragile for that. grimmjow shook his head at the fleeting thought. he hardly even acquired you for 5 minutes, and you were already permeating and changing his ideals.

a transient thought of how sexy the man behind you was, how nice his chiseled chest felt against your back flickered through your mind before you succumbed to your unconscious.

by the time you awoke, your eyes adjusted to him leaning over your horizontal figure on the surprisingly soft bed, his nose once again in the junction between your neck and collarbone. you groggily recalled him getting a good whiff of you before you lost consciousness, but it didn’t occur to you how strange it was until you saw his handsome figure hovering over you like this. you lifted your hands to touch his taut pectorals in an attempt to put some distance in between the two of you, but of course, he was big and strong and wouldn’t move that easily.

“h-hey! . . .where am i? and what the fuck are y—“

he stopped anymore protests from flowing out of your mouth by slamming his hand over your jugular, which caused a startled yelp— one that sounded too close to a mewl— to tumble past your lips. you stared at the tendrils of baby blue hair that fell across his forehead as he lifted his face to look at you.

you couldn’t even maintain eye contact for five seconds; his acute stare quickly overwhelming you on top of the flurry of thoughts that wanted to ponder on his mean, but ruggedly beautiful and proportionate face. you felt shame heat your cheeks and throughout your body at these thoughts.

“stop. . . moving. and watch your fucking mouth when talking me, woman.”

there was something about the dangerous glimmer in his eye, the tone in his voice, and the blade strapped to his hip that you just now noticed was nudging your leg, that told you not to say anything more. the longer you processed this, the longer you stared at the gaping hole in his abdomen, the longer you eyed the arrancar taking prolonged whiffs of your skin, the more frightened you became. you reminded yourself that this — none of this was normal.

you were kidnapped. taken against your will to come to a place you could only assume was the place where all these hollow creatures came from, and the only reason you even knew that was because you were so close with ichigo. you felt your heart tremble and shake against your ribcage at the very real possibility that no one knew where you were or just who took you. you weren’t even sure if anyone was currently out looking for you.

pure terror of all the unknowns running laps in your brain caused the blood in your veins to run cold and freeze over. clenching your eyes shut as if you were trying to block out the impending dread, you tried to ignore the heat that blossomed and penetrated your thinly clothed waist when grimmjow’s fingers brushed against the fabric and fully took hold of your flesh in his possessive grip. the guttural groan he let out against your shoulder caused your body to buzz in pleasure. “i don’t know what the hell it is but you smell so. . . fucking good.”

time gradually passed—you don’t even know how long since the sky always resembled midnight and you had no watch or your phone — but your mind started to move away from your friends and lifestyle back in the world of the living and became accustomed to this life as grimmjow’s. . . .human. too accustomed, in fact. you weren’t even sure what you were to him, other than the fact he was always with you to some extent. he was always there watching over you, glaring at you and whatnot, always smelling you. had your mind become so deprived of genuine human interaction that you found this behavior endearing?

perhaps.

in a way, his clinginess made you feel safe, it made you feel protected. like— if you really wanted to let your mind fall down that rabbit hole— that no harm would ever come within 5 feet of you, so as long as the sexta espada was looming over your form from behind. 

as for grimmjow, normally, he would have harshly judged people who acted this ill-composed, depraved or obsessive, but now he was no better than them with the way he acted around you. there was just. . . some element that drew him to you, like a moth to a flickering flame, and it all started when your beguiling fragrance wafted up to his height in the sky that night. he was turning into a feral animal that needed to be kept on a leash; if he didn’t know any better, he would have thought he was reverting back to his pantera form.

if anybody’s gaze even so much as lingered on you for a bit too long, he would feel offended (why? he still didn’t know himself). his short temper would ultimately get the best of him, instinctively giving them a venomous “the hell you staring at? huh!?”, paired with his irritated and equally sharp glare. he’d rest a lazy hand on your hip or draped across your shoulder for good measure. 

and that’s another thing you noticed during your indefinite stay here at las noches, the name of the vast, castle-like building you’d soon discover later: grimmjow always seemed to be touching you in some shape or form. an arm across your shoulder blades, a palm on your curvy ass, a hand around your throat— usually to threaten you but you couldn’t help but be aroused and you were pretty sure he was well aware of this too— even when you slept. he quite aggressively insisted you share a bed with him, and his muscled forearm would always be perched across your torso. it wasn’t necessarily in a loving way, but more territorial. and when you’d wake up to find him closer than when you drifted off to sleep, with his nose wedged on your shoulder and a big hand encasing your breast, you couldn’t help but wish this, was a little more genuine.

and just like the animal adjuchas he was deep down, he consistently found himself to be in something of a rut, a lust-filled heat engulfing his loins whenever he looked at you, even if it was only for a second. you could be doing literally anything or just standing there, and the urge to pounce on you, to bite and lick and inhale your skin would become too strong at times. he constantly had to fight his primal temptations to shove you up against a wall or bend you over, and repeatedly piston his hips inside your tight heat — no matter who may or may not have been around. you caused his self-control and decency to deplete at alarming rates.

but, in those moments he let those impulses take over, which became increasingly intentional, it’s the most….God, you feel so many things when grimmjow has you sprawled out or spread open for him, practically in his palm and at his mercy. you could feel the possessive nature of his personality absorb you with the way his tongue danced across the canvas of your skin, and the way he gripped your hips so hard, constantly breathed your scent —like it was the only air he needed to breathe — as he drilled his hips wildly into your dripping cunt (he’d always tease you for how easily wet you get at any little, seemingly innocuous gesture he directed towards you, despite him doing it on purpose to provoke you).

out of all the positions he has, and will plan to, put you in, his favorite is most definitely back shots because he likes to watch his cock, with a scary amount of concentration and a manic smirk on his lips, impale you over and over and over again. he also loves seeing your luscious, fat ass ripple and bounce against his slender hips. “pussy so—” he’d let out a malicious chuckle and growl before roughly planting a heavy palm on your fleshy mound, the sound resonating throughout the spacious room, “—so fuckin’ good…all this time, before i even came and got you, you were keeping her tight for me, weren’t you? yeaaaah, fuck yeah you were princess. this cunt was practically made for me, just asking to be ruined.”

he’d say the filthiest words you’d ever heard when he had your back arched in the shape of a parenthesis. missionary admittedly always did it for him too, just so he can watch your face scrunch up in overwhelming pleasure and good hear you whining his name without the buffer of the blankets beneath you. and when he’d push your thighs all the way back to feast because he was hungry? you swear you lose your vision and see stars, practically ascending to the heavens when grimmy is devouring your cunt. it really shouldn’t turn you on so much when he takes a moment to unlatch from your twitching pearl of nerves, your slick sticking to his chin, just so he can smell you while he plunged his appendages in and out of your folds. he’d always edge you like this, and you hated it, but your whiny protests were dragged back down your throat and exchanged for a moan when he landed an abrasive slap on your thigh and muttered a gruff, “shut the fuck up, brat,” against your dripping sex.

he would be seconds away from cumming in his pants untouched when he treated himself to that first whiff. you’d be so embarrassed by it at first,but would soon enjoy it as much as he does; he basically corrupted you by thrusting his own lewd fantasies onto you and implanting them in your psyche. the sixth espada gets so drunk on the taste of you and the natural perfume of your pussy, he could stay down there for hours, until you passed out from the pleasure or physically couldn’t orgasm anymore. you’d have to hit him on the head to get him to come up for some air. even when you were on your period— some bloody human thing, he’d call it— didn’t stop him from effectively eating you alive.

grimmjow would soon come to the realization one night when he was balanced on his forearms on top of you, languidly rolling his pelvis in and out—with that slight upward motion that made your eyes roll to the back of your skull—that this, that you, were all he needed. nothing, not fighting any of his ‘comrades’ or enemies, not devouring other unfortunate souls, not the thought of getting stronger, could measure up to the way your palms grasped at his brawny, taut back, the way your voice got all high-pitched and soft, crying about how you “need more, i-i need you, love yo—oooh, fuck, yes!!”, and how your intangible essence surrounded and swallowed up his very soul.

as his thrusts grew deeper, faster and more mind-numbing, he decided that ‘yeah, this is it’. being inside you and taking pleasure in invading your mind, body and heart was it for him, he couldn’t ask for more. he knew he’d do just about anything for you if you just asked or bat those long, dramatic lashes at him. he hesitantly admitted himself that you were more powerful than he originally thought you were, because only you were able to make him come undone to such a staggering degree and reshape his disposition, even if it was only a little bit, and only for you to witness.

maybe humans weren’t that weak.

Again, he does not want you uncomfortable, so he understands why you would want to pull away the first few times in the beginning of the relationship. But as you two start to get deeper into the relationship, you start to shy away every single time his hands wander under your shirt or when he strips off his shirt. Kiyoomi was well aware of the fact that he was well built and attractive, years of volleyball training doing well on his body. But this is the first time he has ever felt insecure with his looks - was he just not attractive for you.

You were a beauty to him, so you should have high standards, it's only natural for you to find the best to date. And he was confident that he could be that for you, but never has he ever felt insecure about himself until now. Maybe he was not watching his mouth around you? Was that a turn off?

“K-Kiyoomi,” you whine softly and tug on his hair to pull him away. He took the gesture that you want to continue and kept sucking on your neck, biting gently into your sensitive skin. As your eyes shoot up, you gasp loud and tug harder on his hair till it feels painful to him. 

He hisses and pulls away and rubs the back of his head, about to tell you off a bit. He glances up to see the tears that filled up in your eyes. Frowning, he cuffs your cheeks and thumbs the soft flesh gently as he coos quietly at you.

“What’s wrong, love?”

“‘M sorry, Omi,” you flush bright red and try to look aways from his eyes, but his hands hold your face in place. There was nowhere else to look but directly at him. He didn’t even need to say anything, his eyes were already asking “What happened? What did I do wrong?” So there was no escaping the impending embarrassment you were about to face.

“I-I’m a virgin, Omi,” you flush even darker and close your eyes from Sakusa’s possible judgmental gaze, “Every time you touch me and kiss me like this, it’s just too much for me.”

Well this now all made sense why you shied away from him. It was just too much for your pure body, and you just couldn’t help but to feel so sensitive to his touch.

“It’s alright, angel. Don’t be embarrassed, we can take our time until you’re ready,” his hands trail from your cheeks and down to your waist. You visibly relax and hug him, snuggling into his neck as all the embarrassment leaves your body.

He can’t help but to think of all the things he could do to you right now. It was possible that he could flip you onto the bed and pin you down and make you take him, but that could wait another day. Just until you’re comfortable with him giving you even the smallest touches. 

To say it lightly, he is practically training you to his touch. Making his hands trail higher every time he feels up your thighs only to pull away last minute. It’s also very cute to him how you tense up, shivering under his light finger that tickles your bare skin. Only to relax when he pulls his hand away, but sending him a pout. 

Or he would pull you on his lap and place small, lingering kisses on your neck. Little nibbles would trail up to your ear, smirking as you are already putty on his lap. But rather than leaving Kiyoomi on edge, he does nothing to relieve you and says you aren’t ready yet. You would never expect him to be such a tease, leaving you high and dry.

It was never his intention to tease, only wanting for you to get used to him. But it was truly amusing to see you to watch you all squirmy on his lap. Each lingering touch makes you breathless, wishing you had more already.

But the most he has ever done was hold you on his lap, hand down your pants to toy with your clit. He loves when you whimper into his ears, telling him how good it is and how you need more. The most he has given you was a couple fingers into your dripping cunny, curling to massage the tightening walls. The feeling of you clamping around just his digits has him going light headed, imaging the thought of your tightening around his cock. 

Kiyoomi’s hands tighten on your hips, letting you rut helplessly on his thigh and suck on his tongue. He moans softly into your mouth, bouncing his knee to earn more pretty whines. He pulls away from your lip, about to end it here to preserve your innocence. In desperation, you grab his face to pull him back into the kiss which shocks him in the last minute. He indulges you in the kiss, deepening the kiss a bit to have you worked up.

“That’s it, angel. You’re not ready yet.” Kiyoomi hums and pats your ass, raising an eyebrow at you. You sniffle and pout at him, hitting his chest in frustration.

“I am ready, Kiyoomi! Please!” You huff out and pout, almost crying in front of him. He wasn’t prepared to see you all teary eyed while straddling his lap, just because he is denying you to preserve your innocence. He hums a bit and rubs up your bare thighs, squeezing them a bit.

“Really? You’re ready?” The condescending tone makes you wince a bit but you nod shyly, not looking directly at him. He grabs your chin and makes you look directly in his eyes, giving your questioning eyes.

“I-I am ready, I promise,” you sniffle out, giving him your sweetest eyes to convince him. He sighs a bit and brushes the hair out of your face, flipping you over onto the bed. Stripping off his shirts, he looks at you expectantly but you still shy away. He mumbles something about having to do all the work, but not complaining at all as he strips off your shirt for you. He unbuttons your shorts, sliding them off your legs to leave you in just your bra and panties.

“Gorgeous, gonna mark you a mine,” Sakusa mumbles and leans down to suck on your neck, gently biting into the sensitive skin. He loves how sensitive you are, already clinging to his shoulders from the little nibbles and pressing little crescents into the prominent muscle. His large hands snake under your back and toy with the hook, glancing up at you to ask for permission. As you nod shyly, he unhooks the straps with one hand to slide the bra off your chest. 

He sucks on your chest while he slides a hand down the front of your panties to feel the damp folds on his fingers. You squirm at the familiar feeling of his calloused fingers rubbing against your clit, making your scratch lightly down his back. He takes his time feeling you up before slipping a finger into you, letting you get comfortable before allowing another finger to wiggle in. You choke out a moan when he curls his finger, arching your back to press your chest into his. 

“How could you let me make someone as pure as you so dirty, angel,” he sighs softly into your ear as you lose yourself on his finger. You try your hardest to tell him but no words escape your mouth except his name, blabbering out incoherent words from the overwhelming pleasure. 

Slipping his fingers out, he takes your panties off as well, chuckling at the stringy fluid connecting his fingers together. You whine and hide your face in embarrassment, pouting a bit since you’re the only one naked. 

“Kiyoomi, this is not fair. Take off your clothes, too,” you huff out making him tsk under his breath, mumbling something about you being a brat. He takes his pants off anyways, slipping off his pants and boxers. It shocks you how hard his cock hits his abdomen, his tip red and precum beading. You don’t realize you’re staring and trying to reach out until he slaps your hand away, looking down in disappointment. 

“Not ready yet, don’t want you touching so disgusting just yet.” Kiyoomi rolls on the condom, pumping his cock a couple times in his hands. His size of course looks normal in his hand, perfectly proportioned to his body, but the way his cock rests on your tummy makes him look huge.

“Are you sure you’re ready? You look pretty scared, angel.” Kiyoomi hums, hooking your legs around his waist as he rubs the hip on your clit. Gasping softly, you card your hand into his hair to tug on it as you try to mumble out confirmation. He presses the tip at your hole, watching your face contort to the wide stretch. He couldn’t help to keep pushing through the resistance, no matter how much your face contorted or how many tears has dribbled down your red cheeks. You already look incredibly ruined when he only makes it halfway into you, only making him more than ready to see you fully stuffed with his cock. He doesn’t wait on it either, only speeding up the process no matter how hard you pull on his hair or how many times you slap his chest.

“O-oomi, It hurts. Why di-didn’t you listen to me?” You sob a little, hiding your teary face into his neck only making him chuckle a bit while he strokes your hair. 

“You just look too cute, couldn’t hold myself back.” He mutters, trying not to stumble on his words over the way your walls suck on his cock. He tries to make up for it, holding back the urge to start thrusting relentlessly into you as you calm your pathetic crying. It wasn’t until he felt your soft kisses on his neck, hinting that you were ready for him to move.

The both of you moan at the same time when he first thrust, finally having what the two of you have been waiting for this whole time. It didn’t take long until he was pounding into your cunny, gushing obnoxiously loud with each thrust he forced into you. You wail out, clinging onto his back for dear life, not caring one bit for the scratches you are leaving on his back. 

“So precious when you’re crying like this for me? Is it that good?” Kiyoomi moans into your ear, grabbing the back of your knees to spread your legs wider for him, “I’ve been keeping you waiting for too long. Can feel you trying to milk my cum. Such a filthy girl already.”

You sob at his words, trying your best to say something back but each word gets jumble into your moans. His thrusts were relentless, pushing you faster and faster to your climax. 

“C-Close, Oomi!” You squeal out, only to get cut off by Sakusa catching your lips into his, sucking on your tongue. His thrusts were starting to feel too deep, your eyes rolled back as your head went fuzzy from the stimulation. 

It didn’t take too many thrusts until you were creaming around him, translucent white forming around the base of his cock after each thrust. To Kiyoomi, that’s all it took for him to cum, releasing into the latex barrier. He groans and rolls his hips a bit, letting you feel his cock pulse in you as he releases. 

He peppers your face in soft kisses, rubbing his hands up and down your side. All you can do is heave, trying to catch your breath underneath him. His cock twitches at the sight of you, whimpering and thighs shaking from orgasm wracking your body. Your walls keep clamping around his cock as if you’re sucking him in for more. He grunts and chuckles, kissing your tears softly.

“You keep sucking me in, angel. It’s alright I’ll give you my cum another time.”

snuggling into his chest as you both napped away your stresses. but little did you know, as you napped away your worries, rintarou’s hands trail all over your bare skin. he feels up as much as he can, sometimes even pushing up your skirt to traces his finger over your panties. or he would keep it same and lightly tickle the smooth skin of your stomach that peaks from under your shirt.

the biggest risk he takes are taking pictures of you, sleeping peacefully against his chest. he always tries his best and goes for pictures up your skirt or getting at least your smooth thighs in frame. anything he could get before he falls asleep with you.

today’s nap was like any other nap, just in a different position. your back was pressed against his broad chest, cheeks squished against his arm as you drooled a bit. he didnt pay much mind though, too sleepy to think about anything happening in the current situation. all he knew was that your ass felt great against his crotch.

every little movement you made got his cock stiffening up little by little. he grunts quietly, too lazy to get up and too hazy to realize that you weren’t just his pillow. he slowly grinds against you plush ass, a small damp spot forming where the tip of cock was under his sweats.

you wake up from the constant jerking from rintarou, making you whine. you whipe your moth from drool, wincing when you feel his hard grip on your hip. it took a bit too shake from your hazy state of mind - only to realize what was happening. you glance back to see suna’s face scrunched up, little huff passing his soft lips with each little thrust. you stare up at him in awe - he was just so pretty up close like this.

you bite your lip to glance down at his hips, blushing at the sight of his buldge grinding up against you. subconsciously, you push back against him to pull a low groan from suna.

his eyes shoot open at how loud he was, making direct eye contact with you. rintarou stutters out apologies as his tries to slip out of his spot. you were quick enough to push him back down, throwing your leg over his hip to straddle him. you sit yourself comfortable on top of his cock, watching the blush trail up his neck and to his cheeks. you couldnt help but to blush, too - feeling the confidence fleeing your body once you make eye contact once again.

you couldnt really blame tooru; having a new woman replace his mother wasnt the ideal situation, especially when youre is only a few years older than him. but you didn’t expect to be verbally abused on a daily basis by the younger man even in front of his father. your husband always did his best to console you and to be patient with him, he didnt like seeing his little wife cry over the meddling situation.

tensions grew each day whenever you two were in vicinity of each other with you trying to be kind to him and him returning a cold gaze and bitter words. there wasn’t much left for you to do without your husband around to stand up for you.

“i-i’m sorry tooru, would you like me to make you something else?” you stumble over your words making him scoff at you pathetic frame recoiling away from him. your plump bottom lip wobbles as you scrunch your nose to stop your sniffling. he scoffs, walking towards you with heavy footsteps.

his comes into contact with your cheek, but with a certain tenderness you weren’t expecting from him. instead of a harsh smack to the cheek you felt his finger slip under your chin to make you look up at him. you wide, glossy eyes blink up at him with noticable bags under your eyes. his attitude has been keeping you up at night, trying to figure out how you can win you over.

“jeez you look absolutely filthy like this, looks like you’ve been railed.” tooru scoffs in your face, scooting towards you to press you against the cold kitchen countertop. you wince and burn bright over the lewd statement.

“is this what tou-san sees? you’re always so loud, can hear you everytime he fucks you.” he laughs as you try to push him away, trying your hardest to hode the fact the degradation was igniting a heat in your core. his hands slap your pushy hands away, hitching you up to sit on the marble counter.

“t-tooru you need to st-stop, it’s inappropriate!” you gasp as you felt his bulge through his sweats, pressing up against your satin shorts.

“cmon it’s only fair for me to use this pussy. you made shitty dinner and i already can feel you getting wet through your shorts and panties. ha! wonder what tou-san would do if he knew he had a whore of a wife.”

you cry, tears streaming across your apple red cheeks as he grinds up against you. his mouth was quick to attach to the exposed skin on your neck, nipping and sucking to pull strings of whines out of your mouth. out of instinct your arms wrap around his neck and legs hooking around his waist, only to pull him closer.

his hands ghost towards you tiny shorts, pulling them down along with your soaked panties then taking his time to unbutton the matching top. he hunches over to latch onto a nipple, suckling and nipping the sensitive bud - all while his left hand rubs through the folds of your cunny.

“you’re already so wet, sucking up my fingers so eagerly. don’t think you need any prep, yeah?” his question was rhetorical, not listenting to your panicked please as his messily shoves his pants down. his cock stood proudly, making you tremble in fear that he wasn’t joking about not prep. the angry tip nudges your tightening hole, only to slip and bump your clit. you jolt and grip onto him tighter in fear.

“t-tooru you can’t! it’ll hurt too much, p-please at least a little prep.” you babble out, choking on your you spit and tears. he groans and aggresively pushes you down to lay you flat on the countertop, one hand going to grip your throat to keep you quiet. your breath hitches as his slender fingers wrap around your neck, your hands only being able to cling to his wrist.

it takes a little more force to get tooru to push in due to lack of prep, but once he slips his dick in, it rips a silent scream from your throat. he hisses at how tight you clench around him, only tempting him to push in without waiting for your approval. but though the pain pulses through your body, your mind was clouded with the overwhelming pleasure tooru was drowning you in.

he forces himself in till he’s balls deep, barely brushing up against your cervix. he stares down at your botched face, eyes crossed while your tears stained your cheeks. he laughs as he lets go of your throat, slipping his fingers into your gaping mouth. you instantly suckle on his fingers, moaning as his thrusts start to pick up.

“so this is the only thing you’re good for?” tooru moans, balls slapping hard against your ass with every thrust. “you’re a better fuck doll than a mother, maybe you should just be my cum dump from now on. you’re useless in any other context.”

he laughs at your nodding, realizing how dumb he has turned you on his cock. it doesn’t take long either to see a white transparent ring form around the base of his dick with every thrust.

the fingers that were once occupying your mouth flee to throw your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half. you squeal out pathetically as he drills his cock deeper into you, tempo growing sloppier with every passing second.

before you can warn him that you were cumming, you clamp around him making his hips stutter. he groans as he feels the walls of your pussy pulse around him, emptying his load into you as you came hard.

realization of the situation hits you, causing tears of embarrassment trickle from your eyes. tooru huffs and pushes his bangs back from his forehead. once he pulls out, you hear the cum dripping out of you and hit the tiled floor. tooru groans in disappointment, slapping your sensitive clit as punishment for making a mess. you wince and clamp your legs to keep him from further on the punishment.

“now be a good mom for once and clean this shit up, make some better dinner, too.”

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it doesn’t take much effort though to pin you against the wall, slipping your flowy silk pajama shorts to the side to prod his fingers in your drooling cunt. after a little bit of pleading no and slapping his chest, you go pliant against the wall as his rough fingers slip in and out of your drooling cunt.

“why didn’t you say yes in the first place? youre drooling, of course you want my cock. be a good girl and make me feel good.” he orders, but even if you do go against him, it wasn’t like you were able to stop him. slipping his sweatpants and boxers down, his hard cock slaps against his right thigh; too heavy to hold up its own weight.

you whine as he lifts you up, hooking his arms under your knee. you cling on out of instinct, wincing when he pushes his tip in.

“g-gao please, no! not now!” you sob and weakly slapping his broad shoulders. he says nothing, only pulling you closer and pushing his cock deeper. you cry into his neck, spit and tears soaking his shirt. with each sniffle, you smell the heavy scent of sweat from his workout.

once he has you fully stuffed with his dick, he glances at your puffy face. gao coos as you cross your eyes when his tip kisses your cervix. pulling you off from the wall, he starts bouncing you on his cock. your moans were nothing more but stuttery babbles and silent screams. you clamp down around him, already forming a white translucent ring around the base of his length.

his arms were wrapped tight around your waist, lips ghoting over the bare skin of you neck. he nibbles on the thin chain of your necklace, watching the little charm with his intials on his glisten from the light of the pc. you whine softly, patting his arm quickly so you can concentrate on your game.

issei glares at you, upset that you wont listen to him or give any attention to him. his hand trails up under your shirt, groping your tit. your breath hitches as his tough fingers twist and tug at your nipple, hands shaking on the mouse and keyboard. his hand reaches down your shorts to massage the hardening clit, rubbing soothing cirlces on the nub. you jolt and grab his arms to try and tug him off, though your hand has to go back to your keyboard.

“i-issei, i’m playing right now.” you blubber out and hips moving on their own to find any source of pleasure. he rolls his eyes, sinking two fingers down your cunt without warning.

“well i’m busy playing with this pussy. don’t interupt me.” issei huffs into your ear, fingering you quickly while curling his fingers. you squeal and your hands pull away from the computer. your clammy hands grab onto his arm to slow him down.

your pitiful pleas for him to slow down only makes him want to speed up.

“you sound so sloppy, gonna squirt for me, kitten? gonna squirt for daddy?” he coos into your ears as you sob out a moan. isseis fingers curl more as your thighs shake, soaking your shorts and pouring onto his rough hands.

he doesnt slow down until you’re crying, trying your hardest to push him off from overstimulation. you face is tucked into issei’s neck, mouthing at the skin between sniffles.