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You were never much of a family person. It’s not like your Mom made it very easy after divorcing your Dad and hopping from dick to dick like the floor was lava. New weekend? New date. Summer getaway? Fresh boytoy. Spring break? New guy to break her back- if her obnoxious moans were anything to go by. 

Overall, you were as much of a family person as your Mom was- noncommittal and unwilling to settle down. And you carried over that same distant, superficial behavior to any of your past romantic relationships… which always ended just about as quickly as your Mom’s did. Your closest friends liked to joke that poor taste in men and a lack of commitment to relationships were perhaps the only things you and your Mom shared in common. And you’d both been that way for as long as you could remember.

Which is why you heard a record scratch in your head when your Mom announced practically out of nowhere that she was engaged and soon to be married. Apparently, this was “the one” and “her knight in shining armor”, or so she claims. She’d have periods of puppy love infatuation every now and then with one of her flings, but since your Dad left the picture, none of your Mom’s relationships had led to a ring on her finger- much less a mansion to share with her new fiance.

The moving process proceeded as quickly as your Mom’s relationship had. In the blink of an eye, all your belongings were packed away nicely in boxes and placed in the back of a truck, soon to be parked in the driveway of your new house. It was as if your Mom wanted to move in together with her latest obsession before her new man realized how horrible of a wife she’d make. Your Dad could attest to that. 

The news about the engagement and rushed move all hit you suddenly, sure. But no amount of new information or experiences could have crashed into you quite as hard as your new step brother.

Literally. 

“Ow, fuck,” you rubbed your side, “Watch where you’re going.”

Gojo Satoru. 

Despite the angelic features, this boy was nothing short of the devil. Whenever you were bored, you’d flip through TV channels and stumble across trashy reality shows where rich people drank alcohol like it was water, partied until the sun came up, and had money to burn. You’d laugh at the over the top antics. Surely you’d never run into someone who actually behaved that way, right?

You wish you were wrong. 

Gojo turns around and lets out a chuckle, “My bad, sweets. I’m not used to having such dwarfs living here. The air must be a lil’ different down there, yeah?”

He places his palm on the top of your head and gives it a pat, smirk painted on his lips. You bat his hand away and take a step back, “You say that is if you’re not ducking to keep your head from hitting the door frame. I’m not tall, you're just freakishly tall.”

Smirking at you, he leans a bit closer to your face. He smells of strawberries, you note.

“Well, you know what they say about tall guys with big hands, right? Do you wanna find out if the rumors are true? I’ll give you a hint,” He takes another step closer, “they’re more than true. And all ya gotta do is step into my room and see for yourself.”

You bristle. 

His loud music? His rowdy friends that came over? His unwillingness to wash dishes? None of that came close to the bullshit that came from Gojo’s mouth. If it wasn’t suggestive comments spilling from his mouth, it was outright filth. 

Somewhere in Gojo’s mind, you two being in the city for the summer and practically home alone given your parents were constantly out doing God knows what meant it was open season to flirt and harass you mercilessly. It started as brushing your shoulder and occasionally touching your lower back when he would move past you in the hallway or kitchen, and now it progressed to… this. 

Stepping back like you’d been burned, you look at him with irritation, “Are you on crack? Is it crack that you smoke?”

He quirks his head to the side with a little smile on his face, “Whatcha mean, sweetheart? Don’t Mom and Dad want us to bond?”

You bring your hands to your head to massage your temples, “I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say… any of what you just said.”

Turning around you begin to walk away, “Keep all your pervy comments to yourself, clean your dishes in the sink, and stay out of my way. I’m supposed to be on summer break, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t come back home from one headache to live next door to another.”

Gojo’s lips curl upwards at that as he tilts his head to the side to get a nicer view of your ass as you walk toward the other room. He knew he’d get you eventually, he just had to play the long game. Despite what the people around him thought, Gojo was no fool. He saw right through his Dad’s rushed engagement and gave the two love birds a few months tops before the relationship failed. And if his Dad was allowed to make foolish mistakes in the name of love (lust), then couldn’t he do the same? After all, it’s not like he’s ever going to see you again once the marriage falls through. 

He might as well enjoy this little…. sibling dynamic while it lasts, right? That’s what any good brother would do. And in that moment, Gojo decides to himself that he is that good brother. Oh, he’d be the best big brother. 

Despite the constant annoyances from the white-haired, blue-eyed demon spawn who resided in the house, you did appreciate the in-house washer and dryer. Lugging your dirty clothes from your apartment to the laundry room of your housing complex was quite the pain. 

Humming a tune to yourself, you walked to the dryer with an empty hamper held against your hip. Opening the dryer door, you leaned down and began to remove the items of clothing. You leaned in a bit further when you noticed a sock at the very back of the appliance. 

Rip

You froze. You’ve never been the religious type, but you prayed to whatever god existed that your favorite sweater did not just get caught in the door of the dyer. You held your breath and tried to pull back a little further.

Riiiip

This time the tear was louder and you could just picture the fabric coming loose. 

Biting your lip you tried to wiggle around a bit to find a way to back away from the dryer door without ruining your sweater even further. No luck. 

After some time bent over with your upper torso stuck in the dryer, you heard footsteps approaching the laundry room. 

“Thank God,” you breathed out, “Mom, can you lend me a hand? The fabric on my sweater is stuck to the door of the dryer, and I don’t want to pull away since it’ll rip the top even more.”

You felt a hand brush against your upper thigh, and your breath caught in your throat. 

“Oh, I’d love to help, sweetheart,” Gogo sighed, “But I can lend you a whole lot more than just a hand.” 

With as much strength as you could muster (given your upper body is stuck inside a godforsaken dryer), you kick behind yourself in an attempt to get him away from you… only to have him catch your foot in his large hand. 

“Oh,” he tsks, “That’s no way to treat your loving brother, is it? After all, I’m just trying to help my cute, helpless little sister.”

You grit your teeth, “So help me God, Gojo, if you touch me again, I’m going to rip your dick off and shove it down your throat.”

Although you can’t see him, you know he has that infuriating smirk painted on his face. “Nice to know you’ve got my dick on your mind, princess. Although I think I’d like my dick inside something else…”

Latching his hands onto your hips, he pulls your ass against him and grinds against you slowly. 

God, was it a bad day to have worn a skirt. 

“These skirts? These thighs?” he groans, “This ass? God, it’s like you’re begging me to take you. Seeing you leave the house with those skimpy little outfits on made me want to drag you to my room and fuck some manners into you. Maybe then you’d know not to show off what’s mine.”

You furrow your eyebrows so aggressively you know there’s guaranteed wrinkles. “What on earth are you talking about?” you spit, “Get the fuck away from me!”

You squirm some more but to no avail. He grabs your hips even tighter, and you feel the outline of something long and hard against your ass. You do everything in your power not to gasp. The last thing you want to do is give him the satisfaction of knowing how much this is affecting you. 

“You don’t get it, do you?” he asks in a taunting tone, “I’ve known since day one that your Mom and my Dad were never gonna last. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have some fun of our own, right?” He grinds against you again, and the end of your skirt pushes higher up your thighs. “And I couldn’t believe my luck when I just so happened to be walking past the laundry room and spotted you all nice and vulnerable for me.”

“Gojo, this isn’t funny. Let go,” you bite back. 

“Oh, no, I think I’m gonna take my time and enjoy this,” he continues to roll his hips against yours and removes one of his hands from your hips to push your skirt up and over your ass, revealing your panties. “Black lace? You’re kidding me, sweetheart. It’s like you planned for this all along. You want me as bad as I want you, huh?”

You feel his fingers run along the elastic of your underwear and begin to slip them down your legs. This time, you really do gasp. And Gojo certainly heard it if his dark chuckle is anything to go by. 

“I’m not fucking around, Gojo,” you let out desperately, knowing where things are about to head, “This is fucked up. You’re my step brother, and there’s no way in hell I’d sleep with you. If you let me go now, I won’t tell our parents.”

By this point your panties are on the floor and your skirt isn’t covering any part of your ass. “Oh, go ahead and tell them, princess,” Gojo remarks as his fingers draw closer to your cunt. “Let ‘em know how good your step brother makes you feel. Family comes first. And in this case,” his longer digits finally reach your pussy, “you’ll be coming in more ways than one.”

He runs a finger up and down your slit, and as much as you try and fight back, your body gives into the pleasure, especially when his fingers reach your clit and begin to roll against the bundle of nerves. “Thaaaat’s it,” he purrs, “Almost like this body was made for me the way I know it like the back of my hand, hm?”

He picks up the pace at which he rubs your clit and suddenly inserts a finger inside your cunt. “Dripping already and you really had the nerve to pretend you didn’t want this. Kind of a sorry attempt to maintain your modesty, sweetheart.”

Pumping his finger in and out of you, you're beginning to lose the strength in your legs. If it weren’t for the fact that your upper torso was held up by the dryer, your legs might have given out. 

“G-Gojo, we shouldn’t-” 

He cuts you off, “You’re really going to tell me you don’t want this while you’re soaked already? Your mouth is saying one thing, but this pussy is saying another, sweetheart.”

As if to prove you wrong, he adds another finger and picks up the speed at which he’s scissoring your poor pussy. You let out a moan and allow yourself to push back against his fingers, barely mindful of your snagged sweater that landed you in this mess in the first place. 

You’re embarrassed to say (and you’d never admit this to Gojo), but you’re getting increasingly closer to your orgasm. You’ve been with your fair share of guys, sure, but no boy has ever made you feel as good as Gojo was making you feel right now. 

And that drove you nuts. 

Before you could stop yourself, you let out a moan. The pleasure of Gojo’s fingers on your clit and in your cunt was making your mind hazy and forgetful of the promise you made to yourself to not reveal how good Gojo was making you feel with his fingers alone. It was only a matter of time before your legs gave out completely if you’re being honest with yourself. 

“Oh?” Gojo asks tauntingly, “You enjoying yourself, pretty? What happened to that bratty mouth of yours? You just needed that attitude fucked right out of you, yeah?” 

Since Gojo already heard your moan and knew how your body was responding to his stimulation, you all but dropped your resolve and made no efforts to hold your noises back. After all, you were getting closer and closer to your release, and your brain hardly had the capacity to stay silent while taking his fingers. 

The lewd sounds of Gojo’s fingers pumping in and out of you were nothing short of filthy, and you’re almost ashamed to admit it turned you on even more. “Hear that?” Gojo asked as he continued his rhythm. “It’s like she’s calling out for me. You’re close, right?”

You whine at the question. 

“There’s no need to respond, sweetheart. I already know the answer,” Gojo quips with a smile. “But I think this pretty pussy of yours can be a bit louder… How about we pick up the pace a bit, yeah? Maybe add another finger? You can take it, right?”

Before you can respond, he adds another one of his long fingers and is plunging in and out of you at a mind bending pace. Your voice is shaky at best as you whine at the feeling. “Fuck,” you moan, “S-Sato-”

The white-haired boy smiles at your broken speech and the (attempted) use of his first name, “What was that, baby? Trying to moan your step brother’s name, let everyone know how deep his fingers are in your pussy?”

“Ugh,” you groan, trying to muster up the last bits of willpower you have left, “fuck you.”

He laughs at your comment and is half impressed that you’re still able to talk back. “Hm, still talking shit? Don’t worry, my tongue and cock will take care of that riiiight away. But first,” his pace gets impossibly faster, “you’re gonna cum all over my fingers.”

As if by magic, you came immediately after the words left his mouth. If you weren’t already a bit fucked out, you would have pondered how Gojo seemed to already know your body better than you did. 

Gojo pulls his fingers out of your sopping cunt and sucks them clean. “Hm,” he hums, “Tastes even better than I imagined. You’ll let me get another taste, right? I mean, that’s the least you can do for your step brother after he made you cum so nicely on his fingers.”

He slowly lowers himself to the floor as you process his words, and before you could formulate a response, his tongue is on your pussy. You gasp out and would be tempted to reach back and grab his hair if your arms weren’t stuck inside the damn dryer. 

Gojo groans into your pussy, “Fuck, sweetheart, you tasted amazing on my fingers, but I like it even better from the source.”

He dives back in and has you moaning out for more. The way he moves his lips up and down your slit and rolls his tongue around your clit feels heavenly, despite the fact that the boy is the devil himself. 

Your legs are growing noticeably weaker, and Gojo loops his arms around your lower thighs to keep you in place and pull your cunt closer to his greedy mouth. Even then, your lower half is twitching in stimulation. Despite the tremors, you try to push your hips against Gojo’s face even more, and he lets out a laugh at the feeling. If you could see Gojo, you would see how much your sounds and movements are affecting him. He’s already high on the feeling of tongue-fucking you. But from inside the dryer, you can’t see that he’s as hard as a fucking rock, and his leaking cock is straining against his sweatpants to the point where it’s almost painful. 

His tongue settles on your clit and begins to alternate from sucking to rubbing figure eights on the bud. You’re really hoping no one else is home. Because if someone is, there’s no way they wouldn’t hear your desperate moans that are only increasing in volume as Gojo continues to eat you out like your pussy is his last meal. 

“Satoru, that feels so fucking good,” you sigh, leaning your head down to rest against the wall of the dryer since you’re unable to keep it up. 

“Oh, it’s Satoru now, is it?” he asks mockingly as he leans back and lets his fingers continue the pleasure on your clit, “You’re telling me all I had to do to get on your nice side was suck on this pretty pussy? Sweetheart, I would have done that for free.”

He leans back in and latches his tongue to your clit once more, picking up the pace and intensity of his sucking. With the little leg strength you have left, you bounce the lower half of your body against Gojo’s mouth continuously in an attempt to increase the stimulation. 

‘She wants to ride my tongue, huh?’ Gojo thinks to himself. ‘She’ll have all the time in the world to do that when I get her to sit on my face.’

Gojo’s turned on even more at the thought of you suffocating him with your thighs as your cunt drops on to his lips. He’ll have to experience it soon before the idea drives him even closer to insanity. 

Fuck, he couldn’t get enough of you.

He moans into your pussy, and the vibrations almost make you cum on the spot. The feeling is so good your eyes are nearly rolling back in your head. You’re really glad Gojo can’t see your face or he’d never let you forget the fucked out look in your eyes. However, what you don’t know is that Gojo won’t let you forget how good he fucked you no matter what your facial expressions looked like- those were just the cherry on top. 

“I’m so close, Satoru,” you whine, “Please don’t stop.”

You continue to grind on his face, shaking with pleasure and beginning to feel beads of sweat form on your forehead from the heat of the tongue-fucking coupled with the warmth of the dryer. 

The dam broke when Gojo landed a loud smack on your ass. You yelped and your legs gave way fully as you released all over his face. Gojo licked up every last drop of your cum and left kisses around your inner thighs before he pulled away. 

“Damn,” he breathed out as he rubbed his hand against the cheek he just spanked, “I didn’t take you for the masochist type, little sis. Got any other secrets I should know about? Or should I just find them out myself?

You whine at the feeling of his hand on your ass. You know there’ll be a mark there tomorrow. But you couldn’t focus on the long-term consequences of what was happening right now in the laundry room. It was fucked up, of course, but it felt so good that you didn’t even care how wrong it was. 

“Satoru,” you spoke, voice a bit hoarse from moaning, “need you to fuck me.”

Gojo tilts his head in faux confusion, “What was that, princess? I didn’t quite catch that. I mean, you are stuck in the dryer, after all. How else would I have been able to get you this easy and exposed for me?”

You groan in equal parts irritation and desperation. If you weren’t so fucked out already, you would have certainly cussed him out by now. 

“I said,” you repeat more firmly, “I need you to fuck me.”

He hums, “What? No “please”? And here I thought I’d fucked some manners into you. I guess all you respond to is cock, huh?” He brings his hand down against your ass once more. “Why don’t you try again, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you beg, “Please, please, please fuck me, Satoru. I need your cock so bad.”

You know he’s got that bratty smile on his face when he hears your words. His little step sister wants his cock, and who is he to deny her?

He quickly pulls down his sweats and spits on it before pumping it a few times. He rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit before lining it up with your entrance. 

“Wait,” you manage to snap out of your daze, “Satoru, we need condoms.”

He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, “Condoms? Baby, don’t you trust your step brother? You know I’m clean.”

You open your mouth to refuse, but your mind gets more and more hazy as he rubs his cock against your folds. 

“And besides,” Gojo grunts, “You’ll be begging for my cum soon enough.”

Without another word, Gojo slides into you. You curse out loud. He’s not even all the way in, and he feels fucking huge. The tip alone is wide enough that the ring of your pussy stretches uncomfortably and you feel it sting. And, fuck, even though it feels like he’s been pushing in for forever, he’s still not done. 

“Fucking, fuck,” you gasp, “Are you all the way in yet?

You can’t see his length, but as he pushes deeper and deeper inside your wet pussy, you suspect he’s got to be somewhere around 9 inches at least. Of course, the rich, popular, pretty boy has a massive cock, because he’s just so infuriatingly perfect.

“Just about, sweetheart,” he hisses and finally bottoms out, “What? Don’t tell me you want to back out now. You’re the one who wanted this, remember? My bratty little slut of a step sister can’t take the cock she begged for just a minute ago?”

You bite your lip and try to adjust to his gigantic length. Once the burn subsides, you feel the pleasure seep in. You’ve never felt so full. It was as if he were in your guts, and if you could look at your abdomen, you’d see his cock bulging from your tummy. You could only imagine how much fuller you’d feel when he actually came.

And although you had been apprehensive earlier, now the idea of Gojo cumming deep inside you nearly had you drooling. Better yet, his cock is so massive that instead of drooling saliva, you imagined his cum dripping from your mouth because he had filled up your pussy past the brim. 

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer, sweetheart,” Gojo groans and begins to fuck into you. “You’re so fucking tight it feels like your pussy is suffocating my cock.”

You moan at his words and try to picture his face as he takes you from behind. Gojo has always been attractive- that was never up for debate. But you could only imagine how hot he’d look with his eyebrows furrowed as he bit down on his pretty pink lips and sweat rolled down the sides of his face. You bet his white hair would stick to his forehead a bit, and you’d kill to run your fingers along his uppercut while he fucked you. 

That can be for another time. 

“Oh, my God,” you cry out as he pounds into you, “Just like that, Satoru, don’t stop.”

He playfully rolls his eyes as if your pussy wasn’t frying his brain too, “So demanding,” he tuts. 

Picking up the pace, Gojo begins to slam his hips against yours even harder. He lands another spank on your ass and grabs your hips tightly with his free hand.

When was the last time you got laid? You can’t even remember when the dick you’re getting now is so good. And you certainly have never had a guy this big before, that’s for sure. But you almost feel like a virgin, because you have never been fucked like this before. It was an experience you hadn’t even considered until now.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Gojo professes, “Every time I’d hear you touching yourself in your room, I wanted to kick the door down and take care of you myself.”

If you weren't so absolutely cockdrunk already, you would have been positively flushed with embarrassment at his comment given you thought you’d been so quiet and strategic about when you played with yourself. 

“Fucking hell,” Gojo removed his hand from your ass pushed his hair out of his eyes. “I even thought about sneaking cameras into your room to get an exclusive glimpse of what you looked like all needy and desperate to cum.” 

You gasped at the vulgar statement and felt yourself grow strangely wetter. 

Since when did any yandere behavior turn you on? 

Gojo laughs when he feels you tighten around him. “Oh, you like that? Well, now that I have this pussy, I’m never letting it go. No need for those cameras anymore, sweetheart. Why watch clips when I have this cunt instead?”

You really felt like you were going insane at this point. His cock is bullying itself into your cunt at an almost bruising pace. You could feel your wetness run down your thighs and your cheeks burn with embarrassment imagining the mess you’ve made on the floor from the amount of cum you’ve released. 

Gojo’s not faring any better. He felt like he would bust almost immediately after pushing into you, but he’d be damned if he fucked up this moment- the moment he had been imagining and wait for since the first time he laid eyes on you. 

“Oh, step sister,” Gojo said in a sing-song voice in between grunts, “Could you imagine if Mom and Dad walked in on us now? What would they say, seeing your precious little cunt be stretched out by your step brother’s cock, huh?”

Moaning at the thought, you try to close your legs a bit at the overstimulation.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Gojo quips and pulls your legs apart before shoving a hand between them and attaches his fingers to your abused clit. “There’s no way you’re getting away from my cock until you’re filled with my cum and can’t remember a thing except my name. Got it?”

You nod your head but immediately receive another spank. “Words, princess.”

“Yes!” you cry. Since there are tears welling up in your eyes, you’re now sweating, drooling, and crying. Gojo must hear your sniffling since he remarks, “Next time, I’ll take you from the front. That way, I’ll be able to see your face when I fuck you dumb.”

His words get progressively dirtier as he pounds into you. He’s so caught up in the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock that he’s almost rambling nonsense at this point. 

“Do you know how hard it is not to push you down face-first on the counter when you walk into the kitchen wearing those tight dresses or short skirts? It’s crazy how I've waited this long to fuck you,” he pants. “Fuck, I’ll have to take pictures of you after I’m finished fucking this sloppy pussy so I can show all my friends what they're missing.”

You never imagined you’d be into voyeurism, but the way Gojo is describing how he’d photograph and record you to show you off to his friends like some prize to be won has you moaning out even louder. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire. And everything Gojo is saying and doing is only adding fuel. 

He was reaching parts of you that you didn’t even know could be reached. And he could tell by your reactions how good you felt taking his cock.

“Poor little girl,” he sighed out, “I bet you were getting tired of playing with this pretty pussy all by yourself, right? Your fingers just weren’t long enough to reach right…. here.” He hits your g-spot head on, and it has you screaming out his name. He rams against the spot over and over again, and you swear you’re seeing stars. 

His stamina should be studied by scientists the way he’s relentless as he pounds into you without any sign of slowing down. You knew for a fact that you would have collapsed onto the floor if not for the dryer door and Gojo’s arms keeping you up. You felt like a ragdoll with the way he was fucking you. You weren’t a person in this moment, you were his own personal fleshlight. And he’d be damned if he let you walk away without your pussy perfectly molded to fit his dick and his alone- not that you’ll be able to do much walking for a while anyway. 

“Y-you so big, Satoru,” you exhale, “I swear I can feel you in my throat.”

He laughs at your cockdrunk comment, “Believe me, sweetheart. Next time, my cock will be in that throat.”

He starts rubbing your clit even faster than before, and you’re doing everything you can not to scream your throat raw. It’s like Gojo has some sixth sense for your facial expressions since he barks, “Don’t you dare keep that mouth closed. I waited too long to fuck this tight pussy for you to hold back your screams.”

Your ass shakes as he spanks you multiple times in a row. With each spank, your moans get louder, your ass now bright red and warm to the touch. 

Removing his hand from your waist, your legs fumble. You’re barely standing upright, and practically all your weight rests on the where you body slumps over the dryer. “You better keep standing, pretty.” Gojo taunts. “Because you’re gonna have a much harder time taking my cock if you slip.” He threatens you as if he wouldn’t just fuck your boneless body on the floor, but he feels you tighten even more with his empty threat. 

Using his free hand, he spits on his fingers and brings them to your ass. Your eyes shoot open when you feel one of his digits run against the rim of your ass. “S-Satoru, what are you d-doing?” you stammer out, trying your best to form remotely coherent sentences. 

“What am I d-doing?” Gojo mocks. “Well, I’m just showing this hole some love too. Must have felt left out seeing your pussy be stuffed so nicely, yeah?”

He runs his finger along the rim and leans down to spit another dab of saliva on the hole all while keeping up his cock’s brutal pace and unforgiving assault on your clit. 

You clear your throat and shake your head in a poor attempt to clear your mind. “S-Satoru, I haven’t done anything there yet,” you pant. “Y-you shouldn’t do that.”

He smiles almost sinisterly, “Oh, I think I should, sweetheart. And that’s what I’m gonna do.”

Without any warning, he pushes his finger into your ass, and you yelp at the foreign sensation. You’d never tried anal with any of your past boyfriends. This was entirely new terrain. 

And Gojo dismissed your apprehension like he was swatting a fly. 

If anyone else did something like that to you, you’d wring their necks. So why did it feel so damn good when Gojo did it?

You moan louder as he begins to pump the digit in and out slowly, his spit acting as makeshift lube for the tight muscle. The combined sensations of your clit, cunt, and ass being played with was driving you insane. 

“F-fuck, Satoru,” you nearly wail, “I can’t take anymore, it’s too much!”

He shakes his head in mock disappointment, “Oh, no, pretty. You can and will take it. You’re not done until I say you are.”

You’re fully sobbing by this point. You can’t tell where your tears end and where your drool begins. Your whole body is shaking and not just because of Gojo’s unforgiving pounding. 

“I’m so close,” you exclaim, “F-feel like I’m going to explode.” You didn’t even know how to explain what you were feeling at this point. 

“Explode, huh?” Gojo questions as he bites back a groan, “Well, that sounds exciting. How could you possibly ask me to stop now? We’re gonna miss the best part.”

You bite the inside of your cheek so hard that you taste the metallic flavor of blood that mixes with the excess saliva in your mouth from all your drooling. And if you were actually able to think clearly, you would have noticed the saltiness from your tears as well. 

“S-Satoru!” you scream. “I think I’m gonna-”

You didn’t even get to finish your sentence before you’re squirting all over your and Gojo’s legs, the floor, the side of the dryer. Your whole body is trembling, and you feel as if you’ve been electrocuted. You’re still crying out as Gojo brings both of his hands down to your hips to fuck you even harder. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Gojo moans loudly, “Did you just squirt? Fucking god, I can’t wait to lick it off you.” His pace is as rough as ever, but it feels even more intense since you just had the strongest orgasm of your entire life. “I’m gonna fill up this pretty little pussy, and then no other guy will want my sloppy seconds, yeah? This pussy belongs to me now.”

Gojo fucks into you one, two, three more times before he’s shooting thick, hot ropes of cum deep into your weeping pussy, still unbearably sensitive from squirting. If you weren’t so fucked out of your mind, you would have been mortified that you squirted- on Gojo and because of Gojo, nonetheless. 

It feels like ages before his cock stops filling you with his seed and he finally stills inside of you. That’s a miracle if ever you’ve seen one, because you thought you would die if he kept going. 

You both wince as he pulls out, and he watches in awe as his cum spills from your cunt. You hear him rustle through his discarded clothes on the floor before you hear the click of a camera. This little sound effect draws you from your haze a bit.

“G-Gojo!” you yell. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

You can hear a pout in his voice. “Gojo? What happened to Satoru, hm? Is that name only reserved for when I fuck you?”

“Delete that immediately!” you wiggle in place. 

He just scoffs and shakes his head. “Oh? You really want me to delete it? Because I could have swore you were just smothering my cock when I told you how badly I wanted to take pics of you after I’d fucked you stupid.”

You huff and are about to argue back when you feel him run his fingers against your thighs once more, and your words are caught in your throat.

“Speaking of which…” Gojo hums, “I must not have fucked you hard enough if you can still talk back to me…”

Your breath hitches. 

“I guess that just means I’ll have to fuck you again then, won’t I?” Gojo thinks aloud and grabs your ass with both hands. “Like I said, family comes first.”

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You were fucked. And, fuck, did you know it. 

“You idiot!” you cursed, “Do you wanna die? How could you be so stupid?”

Your partner in crime (literally) turned to you with a crazed grin on his face, high on the rush. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of some little sheriff.”

The sheriff, in question, is none other than Gojo Satoru. Not only was he the youngest sheriff in the region, but he was an incredible shot and phenomenal horseback rider. The man was known all throughout the west for his strength, wit, and impeccable skill as a marksman. And he just so happened to be the man hunting you down as you speak.  

“Am I scared? Am I scared?” you yell in disbelief, “Hell fucking yeah I’m scared! You just had to rob that bank, didn’t you? Toji, this is insane. We’re going to die, and it’s all because you wanted a little extra cash to blow at some saloon since you’re shit at cards and are always too drunk to make a reasonable gamble!”

His eyes widened at your statement, “I’m just down on my luck that’s all!” 

You roll your eyes and continue pacing around the small room, almost internally counting down the minutes until you're inevitably caught and thrown in a cell to rot. Maybe Toji could tough it out in jail (assuming he wasn’t hanged for his crimes), but you knew you weren’t cut out for that kind of life. It’s not like you meant to get caught up in this life, after all. A few bad decisions led to this nightmare of a reality, and now you were about to ride this sinking ship with the buffoon in front of you who was pushing 40 and still thought it was a good idea to devote the little cash he had on reckless gambling instead of caring for the adorable, perpetually scowling son he left behind to pursue a life of crime. 

“Don’t give me that look, doll,” his tone is sickly sweet but showing no real affection or warmth. “Don’t forget that you’re an accomplice in this crime too. Who was in the carriage waiting for me when I ran out of the bank with the cash, huh? Oh, that’s right! It was you!”

Running your fingers through your hair, you sit down and rest your head in your hands. “Don’t remind me, asshole,” you spit out, tone equally as harsh. “You think I wanted this? I didn’t know you were gonna do that shit! I owed you a favor- one favor, Toji! What, you think because I owed you one, I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the most feared sheriff in the west? Believe it or not, but I don’t want to live this way!”

He huffs and sticks a cigar in his mouth, lighting it and letting out a puff of smoke before meeting your eyes again, “Well, tough shit, doll. This is the hand you were dealt, and now you’ve gotta decide whether or not you’re gonna fold.”

You roll your eyes, sensing a migraine coming on. “Shut the fuck up with your poker references, Toji. You’re not good enough at any card game to warrant that kind of talk.”

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath.

You turn around and are about to rip into him when you hear the sound of incoming horses and a voice call out, “They’re just up ahead!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Toji curses as he puts out his cigar and stands up hastily. He looks around the room frantically and meets your eyes before darting out of the shared space.

“Fuck! Toji, come back!” you shout as you rush after him. You’re not all that well-versed on running from the police given you’ve literally never had a reason to do so. To say you’re relying on Toji to get you two out of this predicament is an understatement. After all, that man has committed more crimes than interacted with his own son. 

Running out of the room and following his footsteps, you exit out the backdoor. Your jaw drops to the ground at the sight in front of you. Toji sat on top of your very own horse, grabbing her by the reins and turning to you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Sorry, doll, I gotta cut ties here. ‘Can’t afford to get caught, you know? I’m sure you understand. Let me borrow your horse, yeah? I owe ya one.” 

You can’t even fully process his words, you’re seeing red with the amount of rage consuming you. Frozen in place, you watch Toji ride away on your horse, effectively abandoning the house that was about to be raided by police. 

Toji gets a fair distance away from the house before you hear the same voice yell, “There he is! You lot track him down. I’ll stay back and search the rest of the house. He had an accomplice. I’m sure they’re hiding out here somewhere.”

As soon as the man is done speaking, you hear multiple horses run off in Toji’s direction. You’re scared shitless of what’s to come. You just know the man about to search the house is the famous sheriff you had just been professing your fear of to that backstabbing bum who stole your fucking horse. Even though you know you’re thoroughly, laughably, undeniably fucked, you can’t help but laugh internally at the thought of Toji being captured by the sheriff’s men. You hope they don’t hurt your horse, although you doubt she’ll be yours much longer since you’re about to be sent off to jail. 

Cutting your losses and acknowledging defeat, you walk back into the house, ready to face the renowned sheriff. Walking back into the kitchen, your footsteps alert the man of your location, and he makes his way into the room. 

If you weren’t scared out of your mind at what’s to come, you might have started drooling, honestly. If this man weren’t known for his near superhuman abilities, he would have been known for his looks alone. You had never seen or even heard about a man that looked like him. He had bright white hair that peaked out from his hat. His skin was so fair and beautiful you swore he was made of porcelain. His lips were a pretty pink that somehow had a glimmering shine to them. He wore black denim with a black button up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his large hands and delectable arm veins. For a reason unknown to you, he wore a blindfold over his eyes. You could only wonder what his eyes looked like, although you imagined they were as beautiful as the rest of him. 

He looked unreal. This whole situation felt unreal. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around the fact that you were about to be arrested let alone the fact that you were standing in a room with a man that looked like that.

“Well, well,” Gojo chuckles, “Here I was thinking Toji’s accomplice had to be some ugly brute with a tobacco addiction. But here you are instead.”

You rocked on the balls of your feet out of nerves, “I- I’m sorry to disappoint.”

He laughs fully this time. “And a sense of humor, too? What did Toji do to get you roped into this in the first place, huh?”

Your eyes widen slightly at this. It’s like he could see right through you. Was it that obvious that you didn’t live a life of crime? You suppose it’s times like this where your naturally expressive face and body language actually benefited you, as Gojo must have known about the true nature of your involvement just by the way you reacted to his presence. 

“I, um…” you tried to pick your words in a way that made you look the least guilty of committing a crime. “I only agreed to help him since I owed him a favor…”

This seemed to pique Gojo’s interest. “Oh? And what did the lying, deceitful, manipulative, gambling addict do to earn a favor from a pretty girl like you?”

Your face flushes when you process his words. Warranted and accurate insults about Toji aside, the human embodiment of perfection called you pretty. 

You must have been frozen in place for a second or two because when you blink again, Gojo is standing closer to you and leaning inward, “Are you with me, sweetheart?”

Eyes widening, you nod your head vigorously and elicit another chuckle from the man. 

“Well,” you sigh after being able to mentally calm yourself, “he helped my family in a tough situation. My mother was very sick, and Toji just so happened to have the proper remedies to heal her…”

Although you can’t see his eyes, you can tell that Gojo raises his eyebrows in curiosity, and his silence prompts you to continue.

“Believe me, I never wanted to help him out. Or, at least, when I agreed to help him, I had no idea he was gonna drag me into this mess. But I couldn’t just walk around my house and pass by my mother without thinking that, if it weren’t for that lunatic, she wouldn’t be with us anymore.”

Gojo hums and brings his hand to his chin as if in thought. “I bet your family would be pretty disappointed to see you now though, right? Doing all this for your mother is admirable, but you still committed a crime… What kind of sheriff would I be if I just let you off the hook because you told me some sob story and batted your eyelashes at me, hm?”

You didn’t know how to react to his words. Sure, he’s right, your family would be disappointed to see you in this position. You’d never gotten into any sort of trouble before- certainly never done anything illegal. 

“You thought you owed a simple favor, sure… But last time I checked, the pathway to heaven wasn’t paved with good intentions.” he tuts. “But jail time seems a little harsh, no? What do you think we can do to solve this little problem?”

Your heart is beating so hard that you wonder if Gojo could hear it from where he stood. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ve never broken the law before, and I can’t afford to leave my family and go to jail.”

“Anything, huh?” Gojo smirks and pulls down his blindfold to reveal the most striking, beautiful eyes you had ever seen in all your life. “Well, how could I turn down an offer like that?”

You almost didn’t even process his words since you were so stunned by his eyes. In your entire life, you had never seen such a bright, beautiful, magnificent shade of blue. You had seen blue eyes before, sure. But, like the rest of his appearance, his eyes looked mythical. 

“Quiet all of a sudden, huh? No ideas for your substitute form of punishment?” The young sheriff walks around you like a shark circling its prey before the bloody, inevitable attack. “You’re in luck, sweetheart, because I’ve got just the perfect penance for ya.”

Before you could get out a word, he’s behind you and pulling you flush against his firm chest. You let out a soft squeak at the sudden sensation and move to bring your hand to your mouth to prevent any other embarrassing noises from spilling out. Gojo notices your timid movement and quickly wraps an arm around you.

“Nuh uh,” he says in a sing-song tone, “part of your punishment is letting me hear all those pretty little noises of yours, do you understand?”

You nod repeatedly in acknowledgement and remain stiff in his hold, unsure of how to react next. You weren’t entirely dumb. Were you dumb enough to help Toji commit a crime? Yes. But you weren’t so dumb that you didn’t understand what Gojo was hinting at with his little punishment “substitution”. The thought was both thrilling and nerve-wracking. If you had a stronger constitution, you might have just denied Gojo and accepted jail time instead. But, here you were, helpless in his arms and doing your damnedest to keep from embarrassing yourself any further.

Gojo runs his free hand from the top of your shoulder all the way down to your hips. “Such a soft, dainty thing, aren’t ya? Caught up in all of this and so, so desperate for a way out… It’s no wonder why Toji played with you like the toy you are…”

You shiver in his hold. 

“You see, my eyes can be quite sensitive. But now that my blindfold is off…” he leans in closer and inhales against your neck, taking in your sweet scent that he could practically smell the nerves radiating from. “I’ve got a better view of this pretty, little toy. And I’m just dying to play with her.”

He removes the arm from around your waist and begins to unbutton your flannel at a leisurely pace that has you both shaking in your boots (quite literally) while also wishing he’d hurry up and just rip the shirt open completely.

“Never wanted Toji to…” you pause, embarrassed to finish your sentence.

Gojo continues to undress you and just hums against your neck while his long fingers continue their work. “Never wanted Toji to… what, sweetheart?”

You swallow, “Never wanted Toji to… to play with me.”

The young sheriff raises his eyebrows and sports his signature smirk, “Oh, is that so? Does that mean you want me to play with you?”

Clearing your throat, you nod once more, “I’m just trying to follow the law, sir.”

He laughs at that and finally pulls your shirt open and off your body, revealing your bra-clad chest. “Follow the law, huh? Is that what they call it nowadays?” He removes your shirt altogether and undoes the clasp of your bra with almost concerning expertise. “Well, better late than never, I suppose. Maybe you’ve learnt your lesson already… Although, I better punish you further to make sure you don’t forget- just in case.”

Once your torso is completely bare, Gojo spins you around and crashes his lips onto yours. You let out a gasp, and Gojo’s tongue uses the involuntary noise as an invitation to push into your awaiting mouth. 

You’ve kissed your fair share of men before, though most were drunken kisses at saloons that you almost immediately regretted. Kissing Gojo was unlike anything you had ever experienced- practically everything about him was a foreign sensation, honestly. His lips alone had you feeling like you were vibrating, and the faint taste of strawberries on the tall man’s lips left you just as breathless as the kiss made you feel. 

He brings his large hands to your hair and tugs against the strands, making you moan deeper into the kiss. His lips are hungry against yours, and he eats up each and every sound you make from the smallest of whimpers to the sudden gasps. 

You reluctantly pull back for the kiss and look him in the eye, half-lidded and hazy already. “May I… touch you too?” you ask timidly. You’re hoping more than anything he’ll say yes since your fingers are itching to feel even more of him against your skin. 

His lips turn upward slowly, and he removes his hands from your hair. You let out a whine at the loss of contact, but he quickly grabs your hands and brings them to his chest. “Look at you, all polite and obedient. Better late than never, huh?”

He pulls you back into a searing kiss and you move your hands freely along his toned body. He might as well be made of marble with how firm he feels beneath you. When you bring your hands to his hair and run your fingers along the nape of his neck, he groans and brings his hands down to cup your ass which elicits a whine from you. 

He pulls away this time and before you have time to complain, your breath is taken away by the sight in front of you. He pulls open his shirt and quickly removes his belt. Once the belt is off his waist, he pulls it apart with both hands making a snapping noise. His gaze falls to your hands and you wordlessly offer them to the sheriff. He makes quick work binding your wrists with the fabric. “Just like the handcuffs I’ll save for Toji,” he grins and unbuttons his pants. “On your knees for me, honey.”

You fall to the floor, too hungry for him to worry about looking desperate. He chuckles at your reaction and pushes his pants and boxers down in one movement. His cock springs up and slaps his toned stomach.

Although your sexual experience was next to nothing, you knew that Gojo’s cock had to be the prettiest one in the world. You didn’t even need to see another man’s physique to make that conclusion. Hell, you were never the overtly sexual type, but Gojo’s cock basically had you drooling. 

He laughs at your hungry expression. “See something ya like, sweetheart?” 

You nod quickly at his question which draws another chuckle from him. “Well, don’t keep me waiting then. Open that mouth of yours and let’s see if it’s as good at sucking me off as it is at getting you out of trouble.”

You eagerly dive in and wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

Fuck. He tastes as good as he looks. 

Moaning at the flavor on your tongue, you continue to suck on the tip as if it were your favorite candy. He groans at the sensation but breathes out, “I know you can do better than that, pretty girl. You don’t wanna end up in jail, do you?”

Your eyes widen at the statement, and you quickly take him deeper in your mouth. Bobbing your head quickly, you try to take as much of him in your mouth as you can. No matter how much you hollow your cheeks or hold your breath, you can’t manage to fit him all in your mouth. 

How could you? He’s massive. 

To say he’s bigger than any man you had ever been with before doesn’t do justice to how large his cock is. Even when you force him in your mouth to the best of your ability, you’re not even halfway down his length. Every now and then, you keep wanting to reach up and wrap your hands around him before you remember they’re restrained by his belt.

That doesn’t keep you from sucking as if your life depended on it- which it pretty much does. 

Gojo pulls your hair back in a makeshift ponytail and pushes your head down deeper. “Come on, sweets. Take it allll the way.”

You choke around his cock and tears well up in your eyes. Gojo begins to fuck into your mouth and groans loudly, the sounds echoing throughout the empty house. You really wish Gojo would have taken off your pants before you began sucking him off since you feel the increasing discomfort of wetness between your legs confined by denim. 

“Between you and me,” Gojo huffs between moans as he picks up his pace, “I’m glad that Toji didn’t get to see you like this. A dick like him doesn’t deserve a mouth like yours.”

Your eyes roll back at his comment. Desperate for some relief, you rub your thighs together and hope that the friction will alleviate some of the pressure. The young sheriff notices your movement and scoffs. “Didn’t your mama ever teach you some manners? Rubbing those thighs together like some common whore at the saloon?”

You let out a muffled whine at the comment. His words go straight to your cunt and only make you wetter than you already were. He laughs again as if he could sense the impact his words had on you. 

The tears in your eyes begin to spill down your cheeks as the speed of his hips increases even more. “Is that tight little throat of yours ready, sweetheart?”

You try your best to nod despite his massive cock ramming into your open mouth. His breath quickens before he groans loudly and hot cum shoots down your throat. You can help but moan at the sensation too. Your jaw was sore, but the taste of him was definitely worth the discomfort. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” Gojo tuts, “Don’t swallow just yet, pretty. Let me see that mouth I just filled.”

Looking up at him with wide eyes, you show him the contents of your mouth and frantically bring your fingers to your lips when some of his cum begins to dribble down your chin. Gojo chuckles at the sight and gently closes your mouth. “Go ahead and swallow every drop, sweetheart. You’ve earned it,” he smirks. 

You greedily swallow the salty substance and even open your mouth again to show him you had done what he asked. 

“You really are a good girl, aren’t you?” Gojo smiles. “But we’re not through with your punishment just yet, pretty. Up against the counter.”

You clumsily rise from the floor and stumble to the counter. Your eagerness makes the man laugh. Once against the hard surface, Gojo bends you over and reaches around to unbutton your pants. Your efforts to contain your excitement don’t go unnoticed by the sheriff as he catches you rubbing your thighs together once more which just makes his cock grow hard once more. 

When he finally pushes down your pants and panties to the floor, he stares at your pussy for what feels like ages. Instinctively, you begin to close your thighs out of shyness. “Oh, no you don’t, sweetheart.” He firmly shoves your legs apart once more. “You’re gonna stay nice and still while I play with this pretty pussy. And if you wanna be a brat instead, then I’d be more than happy to give you this punishment down at the station. Would you and this soaking cunt like an audience?”

“No! No, I’m sorry,” you speak quickly, “I’m just not used to men…touching me there.”

Gojo quirks an eyebrow in confusion, “You mean that no man has ever done… this?” He runs a digit against your folds and you squeak at the feeling. 

“Or… how about this?” Gojo licks a long stipe up your cunt that has you squealing involuntarily. You shake your head as heat rises to your cheeks. The sheriff hums at the revelation. 

A pretty little slut like you hasn’t had her equally pretty pussy played with before? 

It must be his lucky day. 

“Guess you’re in for a treat then, darlin.” Gojo dives right in with his tongue, and you’re unable to conceal your loud moans even if you tried. The way he flicks his tongue against your clit has you practically seeing stars. None of your past sexual partners had ever taken the time to prioritize your pleasure. And after so many disappointing hookups, you ultimately gave up on sex altogether. 

But this changed everything. 

The way his tongue sucked and licked your sopping pussy was nothing short of magic. You had no idea you could even feel this good until now. Gojo’s tongue against your cunt made up for every underwhelming hookup you had ever had. And now that you know what it feels like, you’re hooked. 

“Fuck,” you whine, “That feels so fucking good. Please don’t stop, sheriff.”

The man hums against your pussy and suddenly pushes a finger inside you. You cry out a wanton moan at the sensation and barely have time to adjust before he shoves another digit inside. The two fingers piston in and out of you at a rapid pace. Gojo pulls away from your pussy and you whimper at the loss.

“My, what a dirty mouth you’ve got,” Gojo teases. “Maybe I’ll have to fuck that mouth of yours again just to clean it.”

You instinctively tighten around his fingers over his comment and he emits a loud laugh. “Your cunt is so honest. You don’t even have to speak, because this pretty pussy talks for herself.”

He removes both fingers from you and instead uses them to rub your clit as he shoves his tongue back into your pussy once more. The coupled sensation of his fingers and his tongue has your eyes rolling back and your hands balling tightly into fists. 

Finally snapping out of your daze and able to speak, you whine out, “I’m so close, Gojo. Please let me cum.”

Gojo pulls away for just a second to command, “Cum all over my tongue like the dirty whore I know you are.”

Your scream rings throughout the house as your climax crashes upon you. Your legs are shaking so badly that you almost collapse, and it feels as if electricity is in your veins with the buzz you feel. 

Barely comprehensive, you whimper as Gojo removes his tongue and fingers. Although you can barely stand and would undoubtedly fall to the floor if he continued his attack on your pussy, you already missed the feeling more than you’d like to admit. 

When you finally snap out of your orgasmic daze, you feel Gojo pressed against your backside. 

Fuck. 

If Gojo felt big in your mouth, he felt fucking gigantic against your pussy. It’d be like ramming a train through a keyhole. But even though you knew he’d fuck you within an inch of your life, you felt more arousal trickle down legs just at the thought of it.

He grabbed your hips firmly and lined up the head of his cock against your lips. Dragging his cock up and down your slit, he spread your arousal. 

“Please no teasing,” you beg. “If I have to wait any longer, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, “If I weren’t just as eager to fuck this tight little pussy, I’d give you another punishment for being so damn bratty and impatient.”

Clenching his jaw, he slowly pushes the tip in and hisses at the feeling on your warm walls. You can’t help but gasp at the penetration. He’s only stuck the tip in, yet it feels huge. 

After only a moment of keeping the tip within your heat, he all but shoves the rest of his cock inside your weeping pussy. Gojo leans over your back and groans in your ear and you all but scream at the intrusion. 

Before you have time to catch your breath, Gojo begins jackhammering into your cunt at a brutal pace. Tears quickly form in your eyes and drool spills from your lips. He’s just began fucking you and you’re already cockdrunk. 

“Jesus fucking christ,” He moans loudly. “How are you so fucking tight?”

You’re unable to form words as he pistons his hips. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the house, and you have no doubt that people would be able to hear you all the way from the end of the street. His grunts and groans harmonize with your moans and whimpers. 

He uses one hand to gather your hair and pulls you against his chest. “This is supposed to be a punishment, but look at you,” Gojo grunts. “You’re loving this. You may look the part, but that good girl routine is all an act. Once a whore, always a whore.”

All you can do is whine at his words, unable to form words to respond with. Gojo laughs at the dumb look on your face. 

“What’s that saying? “Don’t do the crime if you can’t do the time”. And, honey?” Gojo says between moans. “I’m gonna enjoy taking my time with you.”

Beyond what you thought possible, his thrusts increase in their intensity. He’s hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. To say you feel him in your guts doesn’t even come close to describing the sensation. All you know was that you had never felt so full in your entire life. 

“Gojo!” you cry out after a particularly rough thrust. 

The man smiles with a crazed look in his eye. “Oh? Pretty girl can talk now? I must not be fucking you hard enough then.” 

He reaches his hand around your waist and begins furiously rubbing little circles on your clit which has you screaming at the top of your lungs. Your brain was fried at this point. All you could think about was Gojo, Gojo, Gojo…

In your fucked out haze, you tried to maintain your hold on the counter since your legs were going to give out any second now (and Gojo’s grip on your hair was the main source holding you up). The counter top beneath you was covered in your tears and drool, and your bound hands could hardly get a grip on the surface. 

Gojo just continued his aggressive pace as he clenched your hair tightly in his hand. “The idea of Toji trying to get a piece of you just makes me sick,” He spits out. “As if a pathetic criminal like him deserves to feel this cunt.”

Even though nothing romantic or sexual ever transpired between you or Toji, Gojo practically saw red at the mere thought of the older man ever touching you. Though your paths hadn’t crossed officially until this point, Gojo can’t imagine any other man laying a hand on you. Insanely enough, he sped up the speed of his fingers in jealously over the hypothetical situation. 

“G-Gojo, I can’t-” you attempted to string together words. “S’too much.”

He coos in mock sympathy, “Aw, baby can’t take it?”

You just whine in response, so out of your mind with how deep he is inside of you. 

“Well, that’s too bad, sweetheart,” He grunts. “Because this lesson’s not over with just yet.”

Unable to keep your head up, you let it slump down as far as Gojo’s grip on your hair will allow. And just when you think (as much as you even can think with him pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy) the feeling couldn’t get any stronger, Gojo’s tip hits that one spot that has you seeing stars.

“Oh, my god! Fuck, Gojo!” you sob. “Fuck, fuck, I can’t take anymore! I’m gonna cum!”

He continues to ram against your G-spot over and over again until you’re sure your brain is melting. “Go ahead and cum all over cock. Be a good slut for me and show me that you’ve learnt your lesson.”

When the coil in your stomach breaks, you scream at the top of your lungs and squirt all over Gojo’s cock, soaking both of your jeans. You don’t even get a second to recollect the broken pieces of your brain because Gojo continues to fuck you like it’s his last day on Earth. 

“Fuck, did you just soak my jeans, sweetheart?” He half laughs, half groans. Quickly approaching his climax too, he clenches his jaw and furrows his eyebrows. “I’m gonna fill you up, and you’ll tell me what you learnt from this punishment as my cum is dripping out of you.” 

His words go in one ear and out the other. All his words sound like gibberish to you. You feel like you’re going to pass out if he continues at this rate. 

Gojo swears and his hips stammer before he shoots ribbons of cum into your tight pussy. You swear you feel your stomach begin to bloat with the amount he gives you. 

Your body goes limp against Gojo’s, and he holds you up before you collapse. You both whine when he pulls out, and he watches in awe as his cum trickles out of your messy cunt and runs down your shaking legs. 

You’re still on cloud 9 (no, you’re on cloud 100 at this point), and to say your vision is blurry is an understatement. No amount of booze at the saloon could have you drunk like this. 

“Gojo,” you practically slur.

Still out of breath, he manages to laugh at your thoroughly fucked out state, “I know, sweetheart, I know. Look at that cunt, all pretty and sloppy with my cum. Whatta sight for sore eyes…”

He turns you around to face him and holds on to your weakened form. 

“Now,” he begins. “What did you learn from your punishment?”

He could have asked you for your own name and you wouldn’t know the answer. He might as well have filled your skull with cum the way not a single thought was swimming around in your brain.

“I…sorry…” you stutter in confusion. “And Toji…”

Gojo sighs condescendingly. Even though he asked the question, he knew you’d never be able to answer. That was the goal all along. 

“I’m sorry, sweetheart… But that wasn’t the answer I was looking for,” Gojo sighs with a mocking pout to match yours. He pulls you closer and you snap out of your daze with widened eyes as you feel his hardened cock once more. “I guess I’ll just have to teach the lesson again.”

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lmao uhhh yeah there we go if you made it this far thanks for reading <3

You were fucked. And, fuck, did you know it. 

“You idiot!” you cursed, “Do you wanna die? How could you be so stupid?”

Your partner in crime (literally) turned to you with a crazed grin on his face, high on the rush. “What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of some little sheriff.”

The sheriff, in question, is none other than Gojo Satoru. Not only was he the youngest sheriff in the region, but he was an incredible shot and phenomenal horseback rider. The man was known all throughout the west for his strength, wit, and impeccable skill as a marksman. And he just so happened to be the man hunting you down as you speak.  

“Am I scared? Am I scared?” you yell in disbelief, “Hell fucking yeah I’m scared! You just had to rob that bank, didn’t you? Toji, this is insane. We’re going to die, and it’s all because you wanted a little extra cash to blow at some saloon since you’re shit at cards and are always too drunk to make a reasonable gamble!”

His eyes widened at your statement, “I’m just down on my luck that’s all!” 

You roll your eyes and continue pacing around the small room, almost internally counting down the minutes until you're inevitably caught and thrown in a cell to rot. Maybe Toji could tough it out in jail (assuming he wasn’t hanged for his crimes), but you knew you weren’t cut out for that kind of life. It’s not like you meant to get caught up in this life, after all. A few bad decisions led to this nightmare of a reality, and now you were about to ride this sinking ship with the buffoon in front of you who was pushing 40 and still thought it was a good idea to devote the little cash he had on reckless gambling instead of caring for the adorable, perpetually scowling son he left behind to pursue a life of crime. 

“Don’t give me that look, doll,” his tone is sickly sweet but showing no real affection or warmth. “Don’t forget that you’re an accomplice in this crime too. Who was in the carriage waiting for me when I ran out of the bank with the cash, huh? Oh, that’s right! It was you!”

Running your fingers through your hair, you sit down and rest your head in your hands. “Don’t remind me, asshole,” you spit out, tone equally as harsh. “You think I wanted this? I didn’t know you were gonna do that shit! I owed you a favor- one favor, Toji! What, you think because I owed you one, I wanted to spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder for the most feared sheriff in the west? Believe it or not, but I don’t want to live this way!”

He huffs and sticks a cigar in his mouth, lighting it and letting out a puff of smoke before meeting your eyes again, “Well, tough shit, doll. This is the hand you were dealt, and now you’ve gotta decide whether or not you’re gonna fold.”

You roll your eyes, sensing a migraine coming on. “Shut the fuck up with your poker references, Toji. You’re not good enough at any card game to warrant that kind of talk.”

“Bitch,” he mutters under his breath.

You turn around and are about to rip into him when you hear the sound of incoming horses and a voice call out, “They’re just up ahead!”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Toji curses as he puts out his cigar and stands up hastily. He looks around the room frantically and meets your eyes before darting out of the shared space.

“Fuck! Toji, come back!” you shout as you rush after him. You’re not all that well-versed on running from the police given you’ve literally never had a reason to do so. To say you’re relying on Toji to get you two out of this predicament is an understatement. After all, that man has committed more crimes than interacted with his own son. 

Running out of the room and following his footsteps, you exit out the backdoor. Your jaw drops to the ground at the sight in front of you. Toji’s sat on top of your very own horse, grabbing her by the reins and turning to you with a devilish smirk on his face. “Sorry, doll, I gotta cut ties here. ‘Can’t afford to get caught, you know? I’m sure you understand. Let me borrow your horse, yeah? I owe ya one.” 

You can’t even fully process his words, you’re seeing red with the amount of rage consuming you. Frozen in place, you watch Toji ride away on your horse, effectively abandoning the house that was about to be raided by police. 

Toji gets a fair distance away from the house before you hear the same voice yell, “There he is! You lot track him down. I’ll stay back and search the rest of the house. He had an accomplice. I’m sure they’re hiding out here somewhere.”

As soon as the man is done speaking, you hear multiple horses run off in Toji’s direction. You’re scared shitless of what’s to come. You just know the man about to search the house is the famous sheriff you had just been professing your fear of to that backstabbing bum who stole your fucking horse. Even though you know you’re thoroughly, laughably, undeniably fucked, you can’t help but laugh internally at the thought of Toji being captured by the sheriff’s men. You hope they don’t hurt your horse, although you doubt she’ll be yours much longer since you’re about to be sent off to jail. 

Cutting your losses and acknowledging defeat, you walk back into the house, ready to face the renowned sheriff. Walking back into the kitchen, your footsteps alert the man of your location, and he makes his way into the room. 

If you weren’t scared out of your mind at what’s to come, you might have started drooling, honestly. If this man weren’t known for his near superhuman abilities, he would have been known for his looks alone. You had never seen or even heard about a man that looked like him. He had bright white hair that peaked out from his hat. His skin was so fair and beautiful you swore he was made of porcelain. His lips were a pretty pink that somehow had a glimmering shine to them. He wore black denim with a black button up, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his large hands and delectable arm veins. For a reason unknown to you, he wore a blindfold over his eyes. You could only wonder what his eyes looked like, although you imagined they were as beautiful as the rest of him. 

He looked unreal. This whole situation felt unreal. You still hadn’t wrapped your head around the fact that you were about to be arrested let alone the fact that you were standing in a room with a man that looked like that.

“Well, well,” Gojo chuckles, “Here I was thinking Toji’s accomplice had to be some ugly brute with a tobacco addiction. But here you are instead.”

You rocked on the balls of your feet out of nerves, “I- I’m sorry to disappoint.”

He laughs fully this time. “And a sense of humor, too? What did Toji do to get you roped into this in the first place, huh?”

Your eyes widen slightly at this. It’s like he could see right through you. Was it that obvious that you didn’t live a life of crime? You suppose it’s times like this where your naturally expressive face and body language actually benefited you, as Gojo must have known about the true nature of your involvement just by the way you reacted to his presence. 

“I, um…” you tried to pick your words in a way that made you look the least guilty of committing a crime. “I only agreed to help him since I owed him a favor…”

This seemed to pique Gojo’s interest. “Oh? And what did the lying, deceitful, manipulative, gambling addict do to earn a favor from a pretty girl like you?”

Your face flushes when you process his words. Warranted and accurate insults about Toji aside, the human embodiment of perfection called you pretty. 

You must have been frozen in place for a second or two because when you blink again, Gojo is standing closer to you and leaning inward, “Are you with me, sweetheart?”

Eyes widening, you nod your head vigorously and elicit another chuckle from the man. 

“Well,” you sigh after being able to mentally calm yourself, “he helped my family in a tough situation. My mother was very sick, and Toji just so happened to have the proper remedies to heal her…”

Although you can’t see his eyes, you can tell that Gojo raises his eyebrows in curiosity, and his silence prompts you to continue.

“Believe me, I never wanted to help him out. Or, at least, when I agreed to help him, I had no idea he was gonna drag me into this mess. But I couldn’t just walk around my house and pass by my mother without thinking that, if it weren’t for that lunatic, she wouldn’t be with us anymore.”

Gojo hums and brings his hand to his chin as if in thought. “I bet your family would be pretty disappointed to see you now though, right? Doing all this for your mother is admirable, but you still committed a crime… What kind of sheriff would I be if I just let you off the hook because you told me some sob story and batted your eyelashes at me, hm?”

You didn’t know how to react to his words. Sure, he’s right, your family would be disappointed to see you in this position. You’d never gotten into any sort of trouble before- certainly never done anything illegal. 

“You thought you owed a simple favor, sure… But last time I checked, the pathway to heaven wasn’t paved with good intentions.” he tuts. “But jail time seems a little harsh, no? What do you think we can do to solve this little problem?”

Your heart is beating so hard that you wonder if Gojo could hear it from where he stood. “Please, I’ll do anything. I’ve never broken the law before, and I can’t afford to leave my family and go to jail.”

“Anything, huh?” Gojo smirked and pulled down his blindfold to reveal the most striking, beautiful eyes you have ever seen in all your life. “Well, how could I turn down an offer like that?”

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“Oh, Johnny, that’s it,” you breathe out. “Please touch me there.”

He chuckles at your desperation as he drags his fingertips down your thighs slowly. “Touch you here?” He taunts as his hands reach your knees. You shake your head and whine. “No, that's not right…” Johnny hums, pursing his lips in fake confusion. “What about here?”

Again Johnny’s hands graze past the area you need him most as you feel his large hands brush against your hips. Groaning out in anguish, you clench your fists tightly at your sides and feel the warmth of Johnny’s bed sheets beneath your skin. “Oh, I know,” Johnny gasps in mock surprise. “How about right…” he places his hand right on your mound and your eyes clenched shut at the feeling of finally being touched where you needed him most, “here.”

The man laughs at your reaction and begins to rub small circles against your clit, feeling your wetness. “You like that, huh?” he taunts. “Such an impatient little brat, all spoiled and naughty. Just wait until you get the real thing inside you.” Using his free hand, he reaches down to his cock and pumps it. He halts his finger movement against your mound and your eyes shoot open in panic from losing the pleasure. You meet his gaze and he brings his fingers to his lips to suck off your wetness from his fingers. All you can do is stare while the attractive man moans at your taste before speaking, “C’mon, it’s time to get up.”

You frown and cock your head to the side.

“Seriously, I said I’d help you, but I also said you need to follow my rules,” he continues. All too abruptly, you're ripped from your dream with a firm shake of your shoulders.

“God, what the fuck!” you tell out and bring your hand to clutch your racing heart, “What’s wrong with you?”

Your housemate raises an eyebrow and scoffs, “That must have been some dream if you were that upset to wake up from it.” He remarks with a smirk. “What were you dreaming about, hm? Better yet, who were you dreaming about?”

As if he can see right through you and read your thoughts, you finch at the question and shake your head adamantly, “W-what? Nothing, no one,” you stammer and only make the grin on Johnny’s face grow wider. “What are you doing in my room anyway?” You hastily try to change the subject as you feel the blood rush to your face and warm your cheeks.

Johnny clears his throat and moves away from your bed and toward the door, “Forget so soon? I’m supposed to help you get into shape and stay healthier, remember?”

Your previous conversation from the night before comes to mind and you nod your head as the memory replays in your mind. Johnny sees the gears in your head turning and begins to walk out the door.

“It’s 8:30 now. Get up, get changed, and have something light to eat before we start to work out. The last thing we want is you fainting while exercising on an empty stomach.”

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes and yawning, you salute him sarcastically. He continues, “After all, breakfast is the most important meal of the day.”

You furrow your brows at that, “I think you’re just inclined to say that as a fitness trainer. Next thing you know, you’re gonna tell me to run a mile every morning at the break of dawn and drink ginger shots religiously.”

Throwing his head back and laughing, he remarks, “No, no, that’s not until steps 10 or 11; you’re still a beginner so I won't take it that far.” Your eyes squint at the idea of that even being a potential possibility.

“Although I do have a beet juice and kale protein smoothie if you're interested-” he begins with a devious smile on his face.

“Nope! No, I’m good!” you exclaim and scramble out of bed.

He nods smugly, “That’s what I like to hear. Up and at ‘em before I start charging you for my services.” He comments as he walks out your bedroom door.

Gasping, you pull up the sheets on your bed and shake your head in an attempt to clear your mind of the dream you had before being abruptly woken up by the man of your fantasy. You only had half an hour before you had to work out with him, and you still had to eat and get ready before then… Looks like getting yourself off would have to wait until after your exercising. You huffed in annoyance. But at least the shower head might make for a good substitute for Johnny's tongue-

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You slammed the trunk of your car shut as you struggled to carry the heavy equipment in your hands. It didn’t help that the ground below you was so uneven and rocky that it made you stumble while you tried to balance the expensive tools in your tiring arms. And it especially didn’t help that your partner was too busy ogling the terrain around him to help lend you a hand.

Your partner, Renjun, practically had stars in his eyes (no pun intended) as he surveyed the planet. “Can you believe this? This is incredible! Have you ever seen something so beautiful?”

“It sure would be a lot more beautiful if I could actually see it instead of having our supplies tower over me,” you grumbled.

“Wow! I can’t believe we finally get to visit a planet with suspected alien life!” Renjun nearly shouted, “This was the main reason I chose this career in the first place!”

“And you know what, Renjun?” you shot him a glare, “I didn’t agree to become a butler when I got this job, but for some bizarre reason, my partner is treating me like one.”

Renjun hummed in confusion as he turned to you, before realizing that your arms were about to give out with how much stuff you were carrying, “Shit, I’m sorry. I’m just starstruck, you know? Get it? Starstruck? Because we’re in space-”

“Yeah, Renjun,” you sighed, “I got it the first time. Gee, haven’t heard that one before.”

Renjun rolls his eyes as you two continue to walk towards the space station with the rest of your research team, “If I had a free hand, I would smack you right now. C’mon! This is what we’ve been working toward since we were kids! You can’t tell me this isn’t the tiniest bit exciting? We might actually find alien life!”

Once your team reaches the entrance to the base, you all set your equipment down on one of the tables that had been brought by a researcher. As your tired arms finally become free, you take a look around you and truly are in awe.

The planet is unlike any you had ever seen throughout your career. Miraculously, the planet is similar to Earth’s in its air quality, so your research team doesn’t have to wear space suits- much to your delight considering how heavy and cumbersome they are.

Much like Mars, the planet has a reddish-brown surface. However, spouting from the planet’s surface are geysers with surprisingly gentle streams of dazzlingly blue water shooting forth. As you turn around, you see the most beautiful trees and wildlife you have ever encountered. Although the bark of the trees was a similar shade of light brown to many of the trees on Earth, the leaves are a stunning swirl of various shades of purple, yellow, and white. Your mouth remains agape as you take in the world around you.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Renjun quips from beside you, making you flinch and snap out of your daze.

You scoff a bit and push him away from you jokingly, “Yes, it is beautiful. That much we can agree on. What we can’t agree on, however, is the existence of alien life on this planet. Only that’s not a difference of opinion. There is no alien life on this planet, and that’s a fact,” you state as you lace up the boots as part of your protective gear on retrieval missions such as this.

“Look, I know you’re basically a space conspiracy theorist at heart- which makes no sense because you’re literally an astrophysicist- but we’re people of science, Renjun. We do research and put our faith in cold, hard facts. We don’t blindly believe in things like aliens just because we hope that they’re real,” you ration, “What’s next? You’re going to believe the Earth is flat?”

Renjun shoots you a glare and slaps your arm, “Of course not, stupid. We literally flew on a spaceship from the very round Earth in order to get here. That’s just ridiculous.”

You smile at him, “Now you know how foolish your theories sound.”

He opens his mouth to argue before being cut off by the team’s director, “Alright, everyone, listen up! This should be just another routine data collection mission, but you know the drill- stick to teams of two minimum. We’re going to be staying on the planet for a couple of days, so once you’re done with your sample collection, head back to the ship.”

The two of you nod and enter the base with the rest of the team. Unlike a majority of the team members, you and Renjun walk further into the space station to hopefully collect more unique samples from the remains of the base.

You turn to Renjun and laugh, “You’re practically shaking with excitement, you know?”

Rolling his eyes he responds, “Tease me all you want. I know there’s some sort of extraterrestrial life hidden in here somewhere. Just you wait, I’m going to prove you wrong and then win the Nobel Prize when I get back to Earth after I have not only successfully communicated with, but also established an alliance with the alien population. You’ll see.”

Nodding your head, you chuckle in disbelief, “Sure thing, Renjun.”

You both enter a cluttered lab and are about to set down your tools and get to work when you hear a shuffling down the hall. Turning to each other, you’re concerned and whisper, “What was that? No one else from our team walked as far into the base as we did.”

While you’re uneasy, Renjun just looks ecstatic and whispers, “Maybe it’s the aliens! Okay, we don’t want to overwhelm them by meeting two humans at the same time… Maybe we should split up. That way, the alien will be able to meet us one at a time and won’t be intimidated by our presence.”

Before you can open your mouth to protest, Renjun is already out the door and walking off towards a different quadrant of the base. You shake your head in shock and freeze when you hear a rustling sound once more.

You tense in anxiety before blinking thrice.

What were you thinking?

There’s no such thing as alien life. You had stated that as early as half an hour ago, so why were you so nervous? You felt quite foolish, honestly. Maybe Renjun’s ridiculous theories were getting to you.

You roll your eyes and continue to retrieve the equipment from your bag, letting a sigh escape your lips. You just hoped that Renjun stayed out of trouble on his fruitless search for aliens and that your supervisor didn’t punish both of you for Renjun’s witless wonder for extraterrestrial life.

Hearing a hissing sound in the room, you shake it off, figuring it’s just the sound of some old tech long forgotten in the base. You only begin to grow uneasy when the noise persists and actually begins to grow louder. So, maybe it’s not some old tech…

You swear you hear clanking in the halls and fight the urge to whip your head towards the doorway. It’s probably just Renjun trying to scare you as a way of payback for teasing him about aliens. He’s been your friend since childhood, so you knew first hand that he always could be quite vengeful.

You’re about to go back to your research when the electric lantern you and Renjun brought with you begins to flicker. Picking it up hastily, you hit it with your palm a few times in the hope that it will stop its flashing.

The lantern does, in fact, stop its flashing. However, after it stops flickering, the luminosity grows brighter and brighter before you, and you have to shield your eyes with your free hand to keep yourself from being blinded by the sudden burst of light.

As quickly as the lightbulb has begun to shine with an incredible intensity, the light shuts off. Somehow, being in the dark was so much worse than almost being blinded.

You begin to hit the lantern again, desperate for the light to return- which it does. You let out a sigh of relief and try to calm your nerves.

It’s just a lantern with a faulty lightbulb- nothing more, nothing less.

That’s until you swear you hear footsteps from behind you. Looking to the doorway quickly you know that no one had entered the room- Renjun certainly hadn’t, at least.

Putting aside your pride for not wanting to look scared, you grab the sharpest tool from your collection and dart around quickly, thrusting out the lantern in hand and keeping the sharp tool at your side.

At first, you see nothing, and you’re about to slap yourself for getting frightened for no reason. That’s until you suddenly see a pair of yellowish-green glowing eyes peering back at you from the shadows.

You yell and step back, your body hitting the counter behind you.

“Stay back!” you warn shakily, “I don’t know who- or what- you are, but I’m not afraid to use this.”

As quickly as you threatened the creature in front of you, a long, black rubbery object shot from the darkness and knocked the weapon out of your hand, leaving you defenseless and petrified in fear. The rubbery object approached you again, much slower this time, and pried the lantern from your shaking hands. You took a closer look as the object retreated back to the shadows and you gasp when you realize what it is. It’s a tentacle.

As the tentacle moves back into the darkness, it illuminates its surroundings before it stops directly in front of what appears to be a human man who, after making eye contact with you, reveals a sinister smile.

“Ah, yes,” the man smiles, “You’ll do just nicely.”

At that, he places the lantern down on a table beside him and stares at it for a second before the lightbulb’s brightness begins to increase again. Before you know it, the entire room is dimly lit, and you get to see what monster is really standing in front of you.

Although the creature’s body appears to be normal and resembling that of a human man, from his back emerge tentacles the length of at least 50 feet from what you can see. The size is just as large- perhaps being as thick as your thigh. Some tentacles appear to be larger than others, but they’re all horrifying nonetheless.

You let out a scream and sprint to the door as quickly as you can. Before you can reach the door, a tentacle darts past you and slams the door shut in your face before quickly barricading the closed door with nearby furniture scattered throughout the room. As quickly as the exit of the room is closed and fortified, a tentacle slithers around your waist and picks you off the ground.

Terrified, you begin hitting the tentacle around you as hard as you can, desperate to get out of its wet confinement. As you do so, another tentacle wraps around your upper body, effectively keeping your arms forcefully by your sides. By this point, you’re making as much noise as possible for somebody- anybody to come and save you from the monster before you. You open your mouth to shriek once more before a hand is roughly clasped over your mouth. Opening your eyes, you come face to face with the beast who has you in their grasp.

“A pretty one, aren’t you?” the man says calmly as if he doesn’t have you held against your will, “And a loud one at that, huh? No need for that, baby. We’re so far from the rest of your people that you could scream until your lungs give out, and still no one would hear you.”

Your eyes are still wide with fear, and you flinch as smaller tentacles protrude from the man’s back and make their way toward you, brushing against your arm and up and down your legs.

“You’re a scientist, right,” he looks at you expectantly as if you can answer with his hand over your mouth, “Your people called me Yuta… before they all “left”, anyways.”

The beast, Yuta, says “left” with a playful look, and you realize in horror that whatever atrocities that happened here could have only been caused by the monster in front of you.

“Don’t worry, I know who you are too, human. I’ve had my eyes on you since the moment you landed on my planet,” Yuta brings his free hand up to your face and drags his fingers over the skin that’s not covered by his hand that’s over your mouth, “Oh, and I wouldn’t advise putting your hope in that hands of that Renjun fellow… He’s much too far away to get to you now. Maybe when all of this is done, I might not kill him. I haven’t decided yet.”

You squirm in Yuta’s grip and let out a scream that’s muffled by his hand.

The man tilts his head as he looks at you in curiosity, “I’ve never had a human before… unless you count killing one. Then, trust me, I’ve done plenty of that,” the man grins at you with an evil glint in his eye, “That was all good and fun… but none of it is going to be as fun as what I’m about to do to you.”

You let out a shout when tentacles rip your clothes off- top, bottoms, and undergarments.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere!” Yuta exclaims in sadistic glee, “I’ve never seen a human pussy before, but my does yours look pretty… I bet it tastes even better.”

He removed his hand from your mouth and as you’re about to shriek, a tentacle is effectively jammed into your mouth and begins to fuck into your throat slowly.

“You like it?” Yuta asks, gesturing to the tentacle in your mouth, “I mean, you have no choice, so it doesn’t matter if you like it or not, but I’m sure it’s much better than human cocks, right?”

You try to shake your head and get the slithering object out of your mouth, but it just fucks deeper into your throat as you struggle. You’re so distracted by trying to get the tentacle in your mouth out that you gasp in shock as you're lifted into the air and above Yuta’s awaiting mouth.

“Hm, that’s more like it,” Yuta looks up at you with a smile, “Look here, baby, I bet the measly men on your pathetic planet don’t have this.”

Opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue, you’re mortified to see that his tongue is like a snake’s as he wiggles the muscle out for you to see. Smirking at your terror, he rearranges his tentacles so your legs are spread apart- one new tentacle around each of your ankles to ensure you don’t try to close your legs. Now your pussy is a little way in front of Yuta’s face.

You struggle and thrash, frantic to get out of the tentacles and away from Yuta, but it’s to no avail.

“Go ahead and struggle all you want, sweetheart,” Yuta chuckles, “I’m going to enjoy this.”

Your pussy finally makes contact with Yuta’s tongue and you squeal at the sensation.

“Hm,” Yuta moans, “You taste so good, I might just keep you alive so I can fuck you forever.”

Your throat is raw with all the screaming you’ve been doing plus the tentacle in your mouth. What was happening? What were you going to do? You were alone with this monster who’s going to do god knows what to you, and all you had to do was sit back and take it.

Yuta lifted his hands and placed them around your thighs, bringing you ever closer to him as he hummed into your cunt.

As terrifying as the experience was… it felt so good.

What are you talking about? You’re being used by this monster and taken advantage of. No matter how good it was, you made a promise with yourself not to cum.

Your eyes squinted shut as you continued to flail in the creature’s hold. Trying your best to conceal any sounds of pleasure you had, you tried to continue screaming.

Looking up, Yuta smiled at your expression, and he could only imagine what kind of thoughts were going on in your head before he decided to up the pleasure.

You were already feeling so good on his tongue alone, and you nearly choked on Yuta’s tentacle when he added another surprise. You looked down and saw yet another tentacle vibrating directing on your clit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

Still feeling overwhelmed from the pleasure whilst trying to keep your promise of not cumming, you continued to choke occasionally on the tentacle in your mouth. Yuta’s ears perked at the sound as he continued to eat you out, and he decided he wanted to hear the noise even more.

He began forcing the tentacle down your throat to the point of you choking every time it went into your mouth. God, did Yuta love the sound. He could only imagine what you would sound like if he were to shove his cock into your mouth instead.

Your thighs began to clench as your resolve not cum began to weaken as the seconds went by. Yuta was a monster; there was no denying it. Not too long ago, he admitted to killing people- your people, nonetheless. And, yet, no matter how sinister Yuta was, he was giving you the pleasure you had never felt before.

“I may not have fucked a human before…” Yuta trailed off as he mumbled against your mound, “But I know you’re close. Give me a little taste, baby. I know you want to.”

His voice rang in your ears and as much as you tried to collect yourself, you felt yourself come undone under his tongue. A muffled scream was let out and echoed through the room. Your thighs were quivering and your breathing uneasy.

Yuta pulled his tongue away from your pussy, and you involuntarily whined at the loss of the feeling. Yuta chuckled at your behavior, “Aw, you miss my tongue? What happened to all that screaming and thrashing, hm?”

You shut your eyes in embarrassment at his comment. You were just mortified about the whole experience as he was amused. You hated yourself for it, but it only made you wetter.

“I must say, you were quite delicious… even more delicious than the blood of your fellow researchers, certainly,” Yuta thinks out loud.

Your eyes widen at that again. You had been so caught up in how Yuta made you feel sexually, that you had neglected the fact that he was a legitimate monster. You shook your head and tried to get out a word.

Looking at you in amusement, Yuta removed his tentacle from your mouth and chuckled as you sputtered and coughed to catch your breath. Once you had regained your composure enough to speak, you croaked, “Please, just let me go. I promise I won’t tell anyone about you.”

Yuta looked at you with an eyebrow raised, “Oh, please; we both know you’re lying. You’re not even trying to sound convincing. And even if you did manage to escape- which you won’t- I would just kill you and the rest of your team anyways.”

You stare at him in disbelief. He just mentioned that he would take you and the rest of your team’s lives with the most nonchalant tone you had ever heard.

“And besides, you’re really going to ask to be set free after I just got you off in record time? How long would that have taken a human male, huh? I forgot how ungrateful humans can be…” Yuta tsks, “I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson, then.”

In the blink of an eye, the tentacles move you into another position. This time, you’re bent over, facing Yuta whilst a smaller tentacle binds your hands behind your back and the tentacle that once bound your arms suspends you from the ceiling.

You gasp at the feeling of being moved so effortlessly against your will. What was Yuta going to do to you next?

Yuta reaches for his waist and begins to unbuckle his pants. Much to your horror, Yuta pulls down his pants and reveals a gigantic cock that you know for a fact would never fit inside any part of you without splitting you in half. The base is a dark shade of purple with ridges along the sides, and the cock gradually turns red as it grows closer to the tip. The tip, an angry shade of red, is leaking precum already.

Your eyes widen once more in terror and you begin to stammer, “No, I- please. I don’t want to suck you off. Please just- just let me go.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. It’s time your species learned some manners,” Yuta says matter of factly, “Plus, you owe me an orgasm, and you must be out of your damn mind if you think I’m going to let you out alive without filling you to the brim with my cum.”

Before you could object any further, he shoves his cock into your mouth, choking you immediately. Unlike his tentacle, which took some time before making you choke (albeit Yuta chose to shove it into you further), Yuta’s cock has you gagging instantly.

And the thing is, it hasn’t even gone all the way in yet. You’re overwhelmed by the tip alone with how thick it is. He hasn’t even gotten a fourth of the way into your mouth yet before his cock is touching the back of your throat and effectively making you choke.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Yuta cooed with mock sympathy, “Your tiny, human mouth can’t even take half of me… I can’t imagine how much more painful it’s going to be when I fuck that pussy of yours. I already know you’re tighter there.”

You can’t even scream due to Yuta’s cock working its way into your mouth, and struggling is useless because almost every part of your body is being controlled by Yuta’s tentacles.

“You gotta loosen up, sweetheart. There’s no way I’m going to fit in otherwise,” Yuta chastises.

Unable to reply to his comment, you flinch when you feel tentacles on your backside. You squirm and try to kick them away from you, but your legs are separated again with tentacles, and you find yourself in a near split position. You flail and wiggle as the appendages grow tighter on your body. You struggle in the grip and attempt to yell as a tentacle enters your pussy suddenly without warning. Yuta continues to ease his cock into your mouth as the tentacle within you begins to move at an almost unbelievable pace.

You moan around Yuta’s cock at the feeling, and Yuta lets out a groan, “There we go, baby, just like that. Look, you’re almost halfway.”

You can barely even keep your eyes open with the coupled sensation of pleasure and pain that came from being fucked from behind while simultaneously breaking your jaw to fit a cock in your mouth that’s far too big for any human.

If you thought the sensations were crazy enough then, you flinch when you feel a tentacle run across your ass straight towards your rim. Yuta feels your mouth tense even further at the action, “Oh? Never been fucked here before, sweetheart?” he asks with an evil laugh, “Well, this must be your lucky day then.”

Flailing violently in your confinements, Yuta thrusts one of his tentacles deep into your ass with no prep, and your whole body goes slack, allowing Yuta to shove his cock further into your mouth, “I should have fucked your ass sooner if I knew I would have gotten this reaction. Remind me to stuff my cock in there later, okay, sweetheart?”

Yuta pulls his cock out a bit and thrusts it back into your mouth, beginning a steady rhythm of fucking your throat.

The tentacle in your ass begins at a rapid pace, and the sting is unbearable. You think you might pass out. You have never felt this way before in your life. Is any of this even real?

Starting to get dizzy, you see black spots in your vision as Yuta uses you like his personal fuck doll. Your body is completely limb, and the only things holding you up are Yuta’s tentacles.

“Ugh, that’s it,” Yuta groans as he continues to shove his cock into you, “I should have had a human sooner. Fuck, I can see the outline of my cock in your throat and it’s not even in all the way. Are all humans this tiny?”

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and you don’t even notice until a teardrop runs down your cheek. Yuta sees this and laughs, “Aw, baby. Let me have a taste too, hm?”

He brings his hand to your cheek and collects the liquid on the pad of his finger. Bringing the finger to his lips, he hums as he sucks the salty substance off his digit before looking back at you, “Not as good as your pussy, but delicious nonetheless.”

With the tentacles fucking your pussy and ass at a brutal pace and Yuta shoving his cock down your throat, you’re beginning to lose touch with reality.

“I’m almost there, baby. I’m going to give you all of my load, and you’re going to take every last drop,” Yuta warns, “And if not… well, you might join the rest of the humans that once occupied this base.”

The threat of death should petrify you, but his statement goes in one ear and out the other. You’re barely staying conscious, and you’re far too overwhelmed with his cock and his tentacles to be worried about death. In fact, you’re worried you might die from the way Yuta is making you feel in the moment.

“Here it comes, sweetheart,” Yuta groans out, “Fuck!”

Yuta lets out a monstrous growl, and you feel a waterfall of cum shoot down your throat. The salty substance overflows from your mouth and the remainder of cum shooting from Yuta’s cock hits you like a firehose and effectively covers your entire face. You close your eyes just in time before his cum is plastered on your skin.

Simultaneously, each tentacle inside you releases their own amount of cum into you, making your pussy and your ass ooze with large amounts of the salty liquid spilling from your holes and flowing down your body.

“Ah, I haven’t cum that hard in a while…” Yuta sighs, “Let’s see if we can beat that record, shall we?”

Opening your eyes, you feel his cum run down your cheek. You take a look around you, and you swear you’re seeing stars. You let out a squeal as Yuta’s tentacles pull themselves from your backside. Yuta smiles with a dark look in his eyes, “I love all the little sounds you make. It just makes me want to fuck you harder.”

He repositions his tentacles and has you turned to face him at a slanted angle with all of your limbs stretched out, each being tugged on by their own tentacle. Your pussy, glistening with a mix of your cum and Yuta’s, is on display for the alien before you.

You let out a mix of what sounds like a groan and a whimper, and Yuta takes your face in his hand, smushing your cheeks together tightly, “I don’t know what the men on Earth are like, sweetheart, but I can go for hours- days, even. And I can give you so cum that your belly will be bulging. Has anyone on your planet ever had an alien-human hybrid before?” Yuta asks the rhetorical question with a tilt of his head, “Would you like to be the first?”

Coming from your daze with the mention of Yuta getting you pregnant, your head shoots up out of his grip to look at him, “No, please, don’t! Please, you- you don’t understand. I have never… I have never been with someone like… that. Please don’t fuck me! You’re- you’re too big for me!”

Yuta lets out a laugh in delight, “You’re a virgin and you’ve never been fucked in the ass before? Now it’s my lucky day.”

Before you can open your mouth to speak any further, Yuta rams his gigantic cock into your pussy, and you let out a scream of pain and terror. Similar to when Yuta fucked your mouth, your pussy is much too tight and small to fit all of him. That doesn’t stop Yuta from shoving his cock into you anyways.

“Fuck,” Yuta curses, “Are all humans this tight too? I can’t imagine how tight your ass is, then.”

You continue screaming as the pain rushes through your body. You’re helpless as your limbs are pulled apart by Yuta’s tentacles, and you feel like you’re on fire.

“Please!” you cry, “You’re too big! You’re going to te-tear me apart!”

Yuta laughs sadistically at your words, “That’s the plan, sweetheart.”

He begins at a ruthless pace as he fucks your pussy, and your screams echo throughout the room. Your throat is numb from your yelling and especially from Yuta fucking your mouth, but you try to scream anyway, although all your noises really do sound like croaks at this point.

Your eyes begin to roll to the back of your head, and you’re unsure if it’s in pain or pleasure. You honestly can’t tell the difference with what Yuta is doing to you.

He quickens his pace once more and miraculously manages to fit half of his cock in your tiny hole, “That’s good, baby… But not good enough.”

You feel like you’re being split in half. Using more force in his thrusts, he stuffs your pussy with even more cock, and you practically feel it in your guts. Yuta groans before looking down at your stomach and chuckling, “You see that, sweetheart?”

You’re delirious by this point and hardly register his words. He grabs a fist-full of your hair and forces your neck downwards so that you can glimpse at what he was talking about. Much to your horror and Yuta’s delight, there’s a large bulge that appears in your stomach every time Yuta thrusts into you.

“You like that, baby?” Yuta asks. You try to shake your head, but Yuta’s grasp on your hair says otherwise as he forcefully nods your head, “I sure hope you like that bulge, because I’m going to put a load of cum in you that’s so much bigger. Your tummy is going to inflate with my cum and then there will be a baby growing in you that’s even larger than the bulge.”

You whine in fear and pain as he continues to pound into you.

“Who am I kidding?” Yuta asks incredulously, “I’m going to put a baby in you whether you like the way the bulge looks or not.”

His laugh echoes through the room as he continues to pound into you. You feel your whole body shake with each forceful thrust. Not only is Yuta’s strength and girth maximized, but his speed is just as powerful. His cock is moving in and out of your pussy so rapidly that it hardly looks like the bulge ever leaves.

“Please! Please, let me go!” you cry, “Oh, my god!”

Yuta scoffs at your comment, leaning towards you to whisper in your ear, “There is no god here, sweetheart. No one is coming to save you. And I’m sure you’d enjoy this all a lot more if you stopped struggling… Although, I know I’m enjoying this a lot more knowing that you continue to struggle anyway.”

You clench your jaw and begin to taste the faint flavors of iron from the blood threatening to leak from your tongue as you bite into it. Your eyes shoot open as you begin to taste something salty as well.

Immediately, you open your mouth and spit out the salty substance. You feel sick as you get a glimpse of the liquid that came from your mouth. It’s precum.

“How-” you stammer helplessly, “How is that even-”

Yuta cuts you off, “You couldn’t even begin to imagine what’s possible around here, baby, much less what I’m capable of.”

Somehow, Yuta manages to increase the speed even further, and his once brutal pace becomes even more unforgiving. Opening your mouth to scream at the sensation, you suddenly gasp as you feel vibrations on your clit. You look down and see that Yuta’s tongue, much like his tentacles, has grown in length and found its way to your mound. This way, Yuta is able to fuck you into the next century and eat you out at the same time.

“Oh,” you moan as your eyes flutter shut. The sensations are so overwhelming, that this time you’re certain you’ll lose all consciousness soon if the feelings persist. The mix of pain and pleasure is undefinable. You feel Yuta’s cock stretch you out in ways you had never been (nor ever wanted to) be stretched, and the pain is constantly shooting through your body with each thrust. On the other hand, Yuta’s tongue on your clit has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head and your tongue actually sticking out of your mouth, a steady trail of drool falling from your lips. The black spots return to your vision.

“S-stop I… It’s too- it’s too much. Take it o-out,” you stammer without truly being able to voice your pleas.

Looking away from where his cock meets your cunt, Yuta hums and stares at you with a smirk before momentarily lifting his tongue from your clit, “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your body is saying another, sweetheart.”

And the worst part is that he’s not lying. You’re practically soaked. Even if you had still been wearing your clothes, the trickle of cum slipping down your legs would have stained the material. It doesn’t help either that your expression has you looking dazed beyond belief. You feel like you’re in hell and on cloud nine all at once.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” the alien groans, “I can’t wait to knock you up and then see the way your body changes for me. There’s never been an alien-human hybrid before, but I hope your tits swell with milk the same way my species does when they’re pregnant.”

Satisfied with your fucked-out expression, Yuta intensifies the stimulation to your clit, and you feel like you’re vibrating just like his tongue is. Your toes are curling and your hands keep clenching without anything to grasp onto and tether you to this planet.

You’re babbling incoherently at this point, “I can’t- oh it feels… Oh…”

Yuta smiles at your figure and picks up the pace of his thrusts as he nears his high. You let out a whine when he pauses his tongue movements to speak, “I’m about to cum, baby… How about ladies go first?”

With that, he fucks into you at the hardest speed and forces yet, finally shoving his entire cock in and impaling you on his girth. You’ve rolled your eyes to the back of your head so many times that you fear they might roll out.

“Oh, my fucking- ah!” you scream and cum as hard as you ever had in your entire life. It’d actually be more accurate to say that you came as hard as all your previous orgasms on Earth combined. Your whole vision goes black and your head droops against your will. When you finally come to, your senses are overwhelmed by even the slightest stimulation in the room.

Your whole body continues to shake after you’ve reached your climax, and you’re about to let out a sigh of relief before you realize that Yuta hasn’t stopped, let alone slowed down his actions. He’s still thrusting just as hard and even continues to fuck you with his tongue.

“No! No! I already came!” you shrieked as you felt yourself nearing an orgasm once more, “Stop it! It’s- it’s too much! I’m too s-sensitive!”

“Yeah? Does it look like I fucking care?” Yuta snaps harshly as he continues to fuck you.

As always, Yuta continues to ignore your cries and focuses on using your body to get off. He jams his cock into your small cunt and hisses as he feels you tighten even further after your first orgasm has passed and your second one rises due to the overstimulation. The feeling of Yuta hissing directly on your clit has you squealing and using all the strength in your lower body to try and force your legs shut but to no avail. You reach your high at record time, now having cum three times total. There are tears actively streaming down your face and pooling at the abdomen once they’ve run down your cheek.

“Take all my fucking cum, you whore,” Yuta sneers, “A whore on Earth and an even bigger whore on this planet just for me. Take what I’m giving you and accept it.”

Yuta lets out a bellowing roar as he fills you up. You feel the cum shoot into your pussy and turn every inner part of your white. The cum just keeps coming, and your eyes bulge as a burst of cum shoots from your mouth. Your jaw’s open painfully wide as you wretch up the salty fluid. The powerful stream persists and has you choking and unable to breathe as your intestines are filled with just Yuta.

When the cum finally stops and you can attempt to catch your breath, the bitter, salty flavor still dominates your tastebuds. You feel as if your whole body is heavier, and you can only imagine in horror that that feeling is a result of Yuta’s cum having filled your intestines.

You cough weakly in a pathetic attempt to regain yourself. Yuta stares at you in amusement.

“Cool trick, right?” Yuta asks jokingly, “Now I know your people can’t do that.”

You’re still unable to breathe let alone listen and reply to Yuta. What the fuck did he just do to you? How could you have been so unfortunate that this could have happened to you? What had you done wrong?

Yuta looks towards you for a response to his comment when he realizes you’re still just attempting to recover from your near-death experience induced by the monster himself. “Well, you take your time, sweetheart, I know I will.”

The monster claps his hands and you’re immediately moved by the tentacles once more. This time, you’re suspended from the ceiling with one thick tentacle holding you up by your waist as you’re bent forward, facing the ground. Another appendage gathers your wrists together and secures them behind your back.

You swing limply from the tentacles as they force your body into the desired position. Now there’s a mixture of drool, blood, and Yuta’s cum that trickles from your mouth. The flavors all mix together at this point, and you can't tell them apart.

“Now that your cunt has been properly fucked and your womb has been nicely filled thanks to yours truly,” Yuta says in a gracious manner as he gestures to your cunt that’s still spurting large globs of cum sporadically, “It’s time for me to use that ass like my own personal cum dumpster as well.”

Still struggling to recover from the past abuse, you weakly kick at Yuta without even actually being able to reach him. Yuta coos at the sight, “I love to see you try to fight me. It’s just adorable.”

Yuta lines up with your backside and shoves his tongue into your ass immediately. You let out a groan as his tongue starts to assault your hole in the best way possible. Your eyes are dazed and your vision is foggy after all you’ve experienced.

Humming, Yuta pulls his tongue away from your rim, and you let out a whimper at the loss of the strange feeling, “Does every part of you taste good, human? I’ll just have to eat your ass later to confirm my theory.”

You moan lowly, unable to fully comprehend Yuta’s words as he grabs your hips and pulls you back closer to his monstrous cock before quickly ramming it inside of you, causing you to let out a blood-curdling scream in response. If you thought Yuta was too big for your pussy, then he’s got to be at least five times too big for your ass.

“Fuck!” you and Yuta both yell out at the same time for different reasons.

“You’re even tighter back here,” the monster moans, “I don’t even know how that’s possible considering your cunt fit me like a glove.”

Tears are already streaming down your face to the point Yuta starts fucking into you aggressively, not giving you a moment to catch your breath or adjust in any way possible. He’s fucking you like a man possessed. His grip on your hips is already leaving bruises as he clutches your skin tighter with every couple of thrusts. His long nails dig into your skin as well, drawing small trails of blood to leak down your sides.

“You’re- ah! You’re going to fucking kill me!” you shriek, “Take it out! Please, I’ll do anything!”

Yuta just laughs at your pleas and continues his brutal pace, “Not a chance, sweetheart. This ass is mine now. I’m going to fuck you over every surface of this base and whenever I want.”

Your eyes sting from the number of times they’ve bulged from your head, and you continue your wailing. Yuta’s managed to cram a whopping half of his cock into your ass despite the ring of the muscle being extremely tight. You feel like you’re being torn in half, and you’re genuinely not sure if you’re going to survive at this rate.

You’re unable to breathe as the air keeps getting stuck in your throat and your tears cause you to choke. You hear Yuta’s maniacal laugh ring from behind you and flood your ears. The only noises from the room are the sounds of your screeching, Yuta’s groans and curses, and the pounding of his cock into your ass.

The monster behind you groans before removing one of his hands from your waist to snap his fingers. As he goes back to holding your ass closer to each thrust, two small tentacles weave around you and stop near your chest. You open your clenched eyes just in time to see each end of the tentacles open to reveal a hole. The appendages immediately latch themselves onto your nipples, and the holes of the tentacles begin to create a sort of suction that pulls at your nipples deliciously.

“Oh,” you moan out, “Oh, my god.”

Yuta slaps your ass with enough force to have your entire body shake, “What did we talk about, baby? No such thing as gods around here to save you, remember? The only god here is me.”

He continues to fuck you, picking up the speed. Your moans from the nipple stimulation turn into near howls as the feeling of Yuta in your ass. You feel him everywhere.

“You’re,” you gurgle, “you’re going to rip- rip me in half if you don’t s-stop.”

Slapping your ass again, Yuta grabs a handful of your hair and rips your upper body towards him, “You should be so lucky to be ripped in half by me.”

As terrified and pained as you are, you feel your high rising again. You feel disgusted with yourself for being close to cumming even when the murderous monster behind you is the one responsible for all your pleasure. You clench around Yuta’s cock as you near your climax.

“Looks like you’re not so worried about my cock ripping you in half after all,” Yuta spits, “Don’t worry there, sweetheart. I’m close too, and I’ll give you an even bigger load this time, alright. My little cum dumpster has to be filled, doesn’t she?”

You whine at his words and begin to twitch as the sucking sensation on your nipples intensifies. Your limbs have turned to jelly by this point, and you let the tentacles control your near lifeless body as you ricochet forward with each forceful thrust.

“Just a little bit further…” Yuta trails off, biting his lower lip, “I’ll fit my cock in you, darling, don’t you worry.”

Yuta lands a series of spanks on your ass and watches with sadistic pleasure as the skin on your ass shakes and grows a prominent shade of red. Out of nowhere, he halts his thrusts. You raise your heavy head and try your hardest to turn your head towards him, but just as quickly as he’s stopped his thrusts, he groans and shoves into you even harder. Only this time, he’s commanded the tentacles around your abdomen to move you back to meet his cock every time he thrusts. This forces his cock into you even further, and Yuta curses when he’s finally able to fit the entirety of his gigantic cock inside your hole.

“S-stop! It hurts!” you cry out, forcing down moans, “It doesn’t f-fit!”

Yuta pulls back on your hair again, making a burning sensation erupt from your scalp, “I know I’ve already fucked you stupid, but in case you didn’t notice, I just made it fit.”

“Holy shit,” you moan out before whispering, “I think I’m going to die.”

The monster’s thrusts are relentless, and he’s infatuated with the way your hole stretches to accommodate his massive length. He lets go of your hair in favor of grabbing your hips once more. “Fuck, it’s like your body was made for me. It’s almost like your body wants me to fill all of its holes,” Yuta curses and warns, “I’m going to cum soon, sweetheart. Are you ready for me to fill this hole with cum too?”

You shake your head as best as you can and you let out a whimper as the tentacles on your tits begin to suck even harder, effectively leaving blossoming hickeys immediately. As a knee-jerk reaction to being so close to cumming, one of Yuta’s tentacles slithers down your back and begins to choke you. You sputter and gasp at the feeling, and if it weren’t for your arms being pinned behind your back, you would be frantically clawing at the appendage as it attempts to crush your windpipe.

With all that’s going on, you’re suffocated with a tragic mix of pain and pleasure that turns your brain to mush and threatens to beat your heart out of your chest. You’re being held and used against your will, and yet you’re still drunk on Yuta. The alien savagely pounding into you from behind is the only thing in your mind.

You struggle to breathe and taste the salty fluid in your mouth once more, and unlike last time, you’re obsessed with the flavor and lap it up as if it were sweet nectar. You couldn’t form a thought even if you wanted to. Feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly, you attempt to gurgle once more, but you’re silenced by the tentacle wrapped tightly around your neck.

“S-shit,” you say, no louder than a whisper, “So- so good.” At that, you cum so forcefully that your vision completely blacks out. And with the tentacle around your windpipe and the alien fucking you mercilessly, your vision remains obstructed.

“I’m going to drench you with my cum, sweetheart. You won’t know where my cum ends and your pitiful human body begins,” Yuta laughs cruelly, “Fucking take it!”

Yuta cums and, as before with your mouth, it’s too much for your ass to take. Once he’s stuffed your ass full, Yuta pulls out, leaving the ring of muscle stretched, loose, and leaking cum by the gallon full. The tentacles holding you up immediately drop you as a reaction to Yuta’s orgasm, and you fall directly in front of Yuta where a flood of his cum drowns you. Your entire body is coated by a murky white substance, and after becoming addicted to the alien’s taste, you desperately lick as much of it off your fingers as possible.

“Aw, would you look at that,” Yuta scoffs, “It turns out the weak little human did enjoy it… And because you made me feel so good, I might not kill the rest of your friends after all.”

You halt your actions when his words hit you and you faintly hear the frantic sound of footsteps in the hallway nearest you. Upon hearing Renjun’s voice call out your name, you hopelessly attempt to crawl towards the barricaded door. Opening your mouth to yell back to him, your blood freezes in panic when no sound comes from your vocal cords.

“Ah, I don’t think so, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere,” Yuta calls out as one of his tentacles grabs your leg and proceeds to pull you back towards him, “You’re mine now. And we’re just getting started.”