#ilykatz

MDNI. 18+

CW: oral (fem receiving), voyeurism, dom!Sukuna (obvi), manhandling, use of stomach mouth, possession, praise

He was a new servant in the temple, you’d seen him a couple times around. He was sweet, very nervous and shy. Always bowing so suddenly the second he saw either you or your terrifying husband.

It didn’t go past Sukuna, seeing this frail human boy getting all flustered over you.

It was pissing him off.

How you smiled so sweetly, assuring the new servant whenever he messed up. Which was often.

Sukuna currently had you straddling his stomach mouth. Your bare cunt helplessly grinding against his rough tongue while you held onto his shoulders for balance. Sukuna was leaned back against the headboard, his lower hands with a firm grip on your ass, spreading you wider for himself. The remaining arms folded behind his head, eyes half-lidded, with a lazy smirk on his face while he watched you.

“Thereee you go…” he praised, setting your pace on his stomach mouth the way he wanted.

The new servant barely stepped inside before he was another twitch away from shitting himself.

Sukuna didn’t stop his movements, he just glared at the servant—more inconvenienced than anything.

“Did no one teach you to knock?” Sukuna asks plainly.

The servant went pale.

When Sukuna spoke up that’s when you looked behind you to see the servant. Your eyes widened in horror. You try to stop your movements but Sukuna’s grip on you tightens as he increases your speed. You can’t help the whiney moan that leaves your throat.

“Kuna..” you whine, turning your head in embarrassment.

He leans up, his eyes never leaving the servant boy at the doorway, his lips brushing against your ear. “Put on a show for him, pretty. Let him see how good I make you feel.”

He then directs himself to the servant. “Since my wife is too intoxicating to move away from. I’ll give you this one and only warning.” Sukuna tells him with a smirk which quickly turns to a glare. “Leave.”

The servant did not need to be told twice, practically sprinting out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Hah—you’re so mean, Kuna…” you tell him breathlessly.

“Mean? That was generous. He’s lucky this cunt is too sweet to move away from~” he growls, his stomach tongue teasing your entrance making you squeak out in surprise.

Nanami always believed in providing for his family, providing for you. If you wanted something or even hinted at it, he would get it for you, no questions asked.

You were just incredibly independent, you always have been, it’s just simply how you were raised.

You’ve worked ever since you could legally start working. Earning your own money for yourself, not allowing yourself to depend on anyone. You’re happy with working, and you’re damn good at it too, you’ve earned everything you had.

That’s what Nanami loved about you, he loved how hard of a worker you were, it was something you two had in common. Both of you constantly working overtime at your separate jobs and coming home to each other to complain about your day at work over dinner (usually takeout).

Of course he loves how independent you are, but that also means you have trouble letting him provide for you.

He’s had to learn how to sneak him paying for you.

There’s the time where you were shopping around and you went to pay for some of the things you had picked out. Digging through your purse to get to your card, but by the time you grabbed it, you heard the pinpad ding.

“Wha—Kento!” You scold him.

He ignores your glare taking the bag from the cashier and thanking them before he takes your hand and leads you out of the store with him.

He’s gotten good at sneaking in payments, getting his card out before you even get up to the counter. Which, unfortunately, has tap to pay, making him even quicker.

You could play along though, and do it better too. You set up tap to pay on your phone, so the past few times you were out and you needed to pay for something, you were beating him to it.

He did not like that.

What was weird was that he wasn’t really fighting back, which was unlike him. You knew he was up to something. He was still racing you to pay first, but it seemed like he was letting you win.

That was until your recent outing with him. You once again beat him to the pinpad.

“Ha! I win again~” you tease.

He smiles. “Yes, you beat me once again,” he says, you squint in suspicion. He’s usually more upset, at least clearly frustrated, but no, lately he seems okay with losing.

He takes the bag from the cashier, and you take the receipt from them with a thank you. You’re casually looking over the receipt, making sure you got everything you needed and everything looked right. Until you noticed the card number.

xxxx7269

That wasn’t the last four of your card you usually use.

It was Nanami’s.

“You sneaky little—“ you mutter to yourself before glaring at him. That sneaky little shit put his card on your tap to pay on your phone! “Kento!”

You and Satoru were home alone, which already was a recipe for disaster. Suguru was off on a mission halfway across the country. You two were really missing him, of course you two kept yourselves entertained, but it didn't feel complete without Suguru there, plus he was the one always keeping the two of you out of trouble. He should've expected you two were up to something, he hadn't heard from either one of you all day.

That was until he got a chime on his phone, it was a message from the group text you three were all a part of.

Pretty boy: *image attached*

Pretty boy: miss you, Sugu <3

Sweet face: wish you were with us, baby~

Suguru opened the picture and nearly all the blood in his body rushed straight to his cock upon seeing it. A picture of you and Satoru on the king-sized bed you all shared. You were draped over Satoru, your leg over his hips and your head laying on his chest, while Satoru had his hand gripping your waist tightly to the point Suguru could see Satoru's knuckles whitening. Now the picture would be simple and cute if it weren't for the fact that you and Satoru were wearing matching lingerie.

Both of you wearing a dark purple set of underwear, no doubt to match the color of his eyes, with long stockings held up by garters. You two also both shared a bratty smirk across your faces, you definitely knew what you were doing to him.

Sugu: you two just wait till I get home

Almost right after he sent that he got another image sent, this time by you.

It was a picture of you and Satoru with your tongues down the other’s throat. Glancing back at the camera knowingly while Satoru slightly tugged down your matched lacy underwear.

Suguru groaned and saved both pictures.

CW: overstimulation, doggy position, needy Choso, he’s so horny and you feel too good, squirting, ruts, breeding kink, pathetic Choso, knot and knotting, aftercare

Choso was always eager when it came to sex with you. Wanting to make you feel good was always his top priority.

You didn’t even know he could experience ruts, he was mostly human presenting. Guessing it was a curse thing when you found out about it. Not that you had much time to think about it anyways.

Choso never experience a rut like this until he met you. Sure he would get needier than usual, but nothing compared to the feeling you gave him.

The second his rut hit, he had the strongest urge to breed you, stuff you full of him and his babies. Give you a whole big family.

God you would look so pretty pregnant too.

Stuffed all full of him.

Which is why the second he saw you, that was his mission.

Putting you into a doggy position, his chest pressed firmly to your back. Both of you covered in each other’s sweat and cum. He hugged you close to him, only focusing on rutting his hips, well honestly it was more of a grinding motion, into yours.

You were clutching onto the sheets below you, drool pooling out from your mouth. He came in you so much already, and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon. Usually he would be focused on making you feel good, but it seemed he couldn’t help himself during his rut, cause all he could do was just focus on cumming as much as possible to stuff you full.

To make sure it takes.

You couldn’t even moan anymore, just breathy moans leaving your throat.

“M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry!” He profusely apologized with every thrust of his hips.

“Feel s’good…” he whined, dragging his cock against your slick walls, not leaving a single spot untouched.

He hugged your body even tighter to his, his hands resting on your lower tummy, pressing slightly to feel himself through you.

“You’ll be such a good mommy, carry all our babies…” he muttered out. You weren’t even really sure if he was talking to you exactly, just sort of muttering out whatever nonsense was filling his breeding brain.

You couldn’t even respond anyways, too fucked out, too full of cum.

“Oh fuck, momma, imma cum again…” he warned you. But this time felt different than the other times he’s cum in you. You lost track of the amount of times anyways. “C-can I give you my knot? Pleasepleaseplease, you’ll feel s’good. Promise.”

He kept begging and begging, pressing his swollen knot closer and closer to your soaked entrance. It could slide in so easily without him trying, but he wanted to see you wanting it.

“Wanna feel you squeeze ‘round m’knot,” you hear him sniffle behind you.

Slightly turning your head to glance back at him.

He was pressing his cheek against your back, still rutting his cock in and out of your pussy. The most pathetic look on his face with tears spilling from his eyes. His brows furrowed together. His eyes burning into yours with pure unfiltered need.

Your pussy clenches around him, you couldn’t help it with how he was looking at you.

He whines out loud.

“Nooo, don’t squeeze like that, that’s for m’knot, please…” he continued to beg.

Dragging one of his hands to your dripping cunt, he circles his finger around your swollen clit. You whine, pushing yourself against his cock, his knot just barely breaching through your entrance.

“Yeahyeahyeahyeah, squirt on m’knot, momma,” he pleads.

You finally nod.

That’s all he needed.

Shoving his knot straight into your cunt with ease from all the slick you two built up over the past couple of hours with a clean ‘pop’.

You scream out in pure ecstasy, squirting all over him and the sheets below you.

He makes a sound you’ve never heard from another person, but it sounded so good. Flooding your insides with his seed, it just seemed to keep pouring out of him, his knot locking it inside of you, making sure your body would take it. He worked too hard for all that cum to go to waste, it just had to take.

You two stay still, desperately catching your breath, Choso still unintentionally grinding his cock into you.

He squeezes you tight against him, pressing a sweet kiss in between your shoulder blades. Pressing against your slightly extended belly from the insane amount of cum in your womb, making you whimper out.

“Cho~” you whine.

“M’sorry, I’m just so happy,” he explains. “You’re gonna be the best momma,”

He finally rolls the two of your onto your side, still buried deep in you until his knot went down. Choso snuggles into your hair, breathing in your shampoo smell. You hum in contentment, reaching back to run your finger through his damp hair.

“Mmmm, you’re gonna be the best daddy, Cho…”

Choso x m!Reader

CW: mlm, riding, top!Choso, you’re both whiney, handjob, p in a, overstimulation, cumming dry

You were on top of Choso, leaning back with your hands over his thighs grinding his cock back and forth inside you. Both of you letting out breathy whines and moans.

“You’re so tight,” Choso whined, his hands digging into the pillow covers behind his head.

“You’re so biiig Cho,” you breathlessly moan.

You bounce yourself faster on his cock, your own dick matching your bounces, leaking precum on Choso below you. He was so pretty, his pale face flushed a dark red hue, sweat lightly coating his skin. His eyebrows were furrowed together with glossy eyes, tears threatening to spill.

“You about to cry Cho?” You tease, a breathy laugh leaving your lips. “You look so cute.”

He slightly frowns, reaching one hand out to cup your balls in his hands, slightly massaging them while with the other hand he twists his hand around your wet tip.

You lean back and let out a high whiney moan, thrusting your hips to meet his hands. Trying to chase the extra pleasure.

“Yeah, s’what I thought.” He muttered as he thrusts his hips up into you, perfectly hitting your prostate. “Don’t be mean, you’re too cute to be mean.”

Your hips move faster, both to chase the pleasure on your cock and on your g-spot. His cock thickly spreading you out, hitting every right spot.

“I’mma cum, hah!” You cry.

“Yes, pleasepleaseplease, please cum on me pretty boy, I’ll fill you up so good, promise!” He pleads, making you finally find your peak.

Your fluids spurt all over his chest, his tongue stuck out trying to catch whatever he could into his mouth. He keeps on stroking you through your orgasm making you whine at the overstimulation.

The overstimulation pushing you into another orgasm, dry cumming immediately after once again as Choso fills you with his load.

“You just cum dry?” He asks with a chuckle.

Your face flushes even more than it already was. “You kept stroking me!” You whined out.

“Heh, only on the first round too, you gonna tap out early?” He asks.

Your eyebrow raises in confusion.

ex-boyfriend! Gojo x Reader

cw: down bad Gojo, exes to lovers, slight angst?, public sex, dacryphilia, mirrors, he’s so sweet. 18+ MDNI

You and Gojo had broken up back in high school, not like you two were that serious. He was hurting after Geto left, a relationship wasn’t the best time for him to put energy into a relationship. Gojo cares for you and wants what’s best for you, which he thought this was.

You didn’t want to break up, but you could see what he was going through. Plus you’d still be there for him, just not in a romantical way.

Gojo hadn’t seen you for over a year, maybe he’d hear about your missions and how you were from others. But not really talking to you.

Shoko had gathered some others from around campus to hang out at a bar after work.

Gojo went of course. When he walked in, Shoko went up to him instantly, with you there with her.

“Gojo! Look who I found!” Shoko exclaimed dragging you over with her.

You giggled. “Sho, it hasn’t been that long!” You told her.

“Yes it has! Look! Gojo is shocked to see you too.” He was. His eyes widen looking at you. Like, really, looking at you.

You looked good. He always thought so but, he really hadn’t seen you dressed up like you were in a while. You were in a pretty little dress, showing him your pretty legs and a peak at your soft thighs. He could tell it was an older dress since it just almost fit you, your curves sticking to the fabric.

He remembered those curves, your soft bare skin under his hands. How sensitive you were when he got lower. That pretty cunt he could drown himself in and he would die a happy man.

“It’s so nice to see you, Satoru. I’ve missed you.” You tell him cutting him out of his trance with that sweet smile forming on your pretty lips.

“Y-yeah—“ he stammered before clearing his throat. “I’ve missed you, too.”

Your smile widens as you begin to catch up with him. Telling him about your recent promotion to 1st grade sorcerer and taking on harder missions. He tells you about his. He can tell you were worried about him by your expressions you made during particular difficult moments in his stories. Your eyes going wide and slightly glassy as your eyebrows furrowed together.

You were so stupid cute.

He couldn’t take it. He wanted to make you look like that at him in bed. Make your glassy eyes turn to tears while he stretched out your sweet cunt. He just kept staring at you, putting his hand over his mouth.

Shoko looked at him with a knowing look before shouting off to someone from across the bar, ditching you and Gojo. Sneaky.

“You look good, Satoru, you doing okay?” You ask him genuinely.

“Yeah, yeah, much better.” He confirms.

“You sure?” You step closer to him. His face heating up even more than it already was. “You look all flushed.”

“Mhm, mhm, mhm,” he repeats as he nods his head. You were about to leave it alone until he finally gets his nerve to say something to you. “You look really pretty…” he mutters.

Your cheeks flush as you look at him with those wide eyes. Shyly, you look down at the drink you were holding. Muttering a shy thank you back.

You two were both so shy around each other, no one would’ve guessed it was the two of you who locked yourselves in the bathroom fucking like bunnies.

Satoru had you bent over the sink in front of the mirror. His cock pounding in and out of your dripping cunt. Your dress bunched up around your waist with your panties pushed to the side. His pants unbuckled, revealing only his cock, unable to wait to get undressed to fuck you. He’s holding your face up from just underneath your neck, making you look at your reflection.

“See how pretty you are?” He asked breathlessly. “Hah— that’s what I was thinking about when I saw you.”

“Toru,” you whine out, a squealing moan following it.

“I’ve missed—hgnn—this so much, this pussy, your cute little sounds—ha!” He continues in between breathy moans.

“Missed y’too, Toru, so much—hmmm!” you tell him, gripping him even tighter than you were before making him groan out.

“M’not going anywhere, sweets, I’m riiiiight hereee.” He teases bringing his over hand just below your belly button and pressing down. You cry out, trying to hold back a bit from making too much noise. He smirks as he ruts his cock into you even faster, rubbing his hand where it was resting on your tummy.

He then starts to hear you sniffle, his thrusts faltering as he looks at you. Tears streaming down your cheeks. Thinking something is wrong he pulls out immediately and turns you to face him.

“You okay, sweet girl?” He asks holding you to him, smoothing your hair down and cradling your face. “Did I hurt you? We can stop and go back out, get you some water—“

“No, no, go back, please.” You beg lifting your hips to him. Moving your panties to the side revealing your wet pussy to him. “It just felt so good, and I’ve missed you, Toru, don’t leave please,”

He feels his cock twitch wildly at that. He could’ve came on the stop from that. You all sweetly begging for him to continue fucking you while you cried from how good it was? He’s surprised he didn’t cum, though it was close.

He smirked as he closed the distance between you two, dragging the tip of his cock between your folds.

“Aww, baby, you’re so sweet, love seeing you beg for me,” he whispered guiding his cock back home in your cunt.

Your mouth forms into an O shape as he slowly moves his cock through your walls. Even more tears spilling from your eyes, just making his cock even harder.

“Yeahhh, cry for me sweet girl,” he grips your hips tightly moving you on his cock like a sex toy.

cw: dirty talk, grinding, talks of murder, blood, etc., double pen, blood kink? It's just you and Sukuna being freaky 18+ MDNI

Most thought that since you were a pretty little thing, that meant you were nice, easy going.

But you wouldn't be married to the King of Curses if you were anything like that.

You were just as sadistic as he, often goading him on whenever some human or lesser curse came to the shrine, on their knees, begging for their life. You loved being sat on his lap, being his sweet eye candy. He loved to show you off like that, show everyone who you clearly belonged to.

You loved to help him decide on what to do with them, oftening goading him to kill them right then in there. Knowing how strong your husband was gave you a thrill, as well as something about him killing anyone you wished when you said the word.

He didn't care who they were. You wanted them dead? He was going to kill them on the spot for you.

This time wasn't any different.

You were perched on his lap, one of his arms around your waist with a hand cupping your ass. Another would occasionally feed you some fruit that Uraume had prepared, his gaze locked on you, watching the juices drip down your chin and throat. His other arms were resting on the armrest of his bone-built throne.

A low-grade curse was kneeling at the bottom of the steps leading to the king and queen's throne. He was pleading and begging for something, you two weren't really paying attention, you were too busy looking pretty, and he was too busy admiring you.

"I beg you, my lord!" The curse pleaded for his life.

Sukuna's gaze still didn't break from you. You were feeling up his biceps, giving them an occasional squeeze.

The curse could tell he wasn't getting through to Sukuna, so he turned to you instead. "M-my lady! Please, surely you understand!"

Sukuna turned his attention immediately to the curse, glaring down at him. How dare he address his queen?

"You dare speak to her? You aren't even worthy to breath the same air as her, yet I still let you live for that." Sukuna growled.

The curse bowed his head lower, shocked that it was even possible. His sobs could only be faintly heard from how high up you and your husband were.

You giggled sweetly as your hand caressed Sukuna's chest. "Now, my love, it's not his fault he's so utterly pathetic. He's just simply too dense to understand."

Sukuna hummed in thought; his glare didn't falter from the curse.

You reach up, your soft hand cupping his cheek, guiding him to look at you, his eyes immediately changing when he locks onto you.

"Why don't you just kill him now, my king?" You ask him in a whispered tone. "Its taking your attention away from me."

He smirked, his hand gripping onto your ass and squeezing, making you let out a breathy moan. "Yeah? You want this fool's blood to spill, my queen?"

"Mhmm," you hummed sweetly, shifting your hips over his giant thigh. Your robes bunching up around your hips and grinding your cunt onto his meaty thigh, he could already feel your wetness through your panties. You were turned on just from talking about killing this guy with your husband, gods, you were sick. He loved it

"Maybe you should fuck me while doing it," you suggested. "We'll be kind this time, give him a show before his demise."

Sukuna's lower hands grip onto your hips, guiding your hips along his thigh.

His cocks twitching against his robes, eager to get this over with and fuck his wife on his throne.

Even the curse below was strangely turned on, being a part of the King and Queen of curses' odd erotic foreplay. He was lucky to even be in the same room during such an ordeal, but being directly part of it was something else entirely, even if it would ultimately lead to his death.

"Look at him, my queen, he's getting off on the idea." Sukuna nods his head over to the curse, who was now watching you two.

"Ew," you grimaced, disgusted that he was looking at you two. "What a pathetic creature, just kill him already, my love. Then have your way with me covered in his blood."

Sukuna chuckled darkly as he stood from his throne, lifting you up along with him, then seating you down on his throne—which is comically much larger compared to you. You crossed your leg over the other, leaning your elbow on your leg as you rested your cheek onto the palm of your hand, as you watched Sukuna walk down the steps from the throne and towards the curse.

He tried to beg for his life, but was quickly cut off by Sukuna's slicing technique, his blood spraying all over Sukuna. The body fell to the ground with a sickening thud.

You smiled at the sight. Your terrifying husband was looming over the body as the blood pooled around his feet. His muscles were painted with fresh hot blood, making him even more menacing than he already was.

He turned back to you, slowly climbing back up the stairs, stalking towards you like you were his next victim—which you were—making you sit up, your thighs pressing together in anticipation.

Once he finally reached you, he lifted you up and seated himself back on his throne, and you back on yours, on his lap. Your legs straddling his.

He wasted no time, shredding your panties, leaving your lower half bared to him, and his cocks revealed from his robes, standing tall on top of each other.

Your hands ran up and down his chest, spreading the blood over him and onto your hands.

His cocks teasing your entrance, barely pushing through, making you whine out.

"Kuna, don't tease me." You whine as you lower yourself onto his cocks, deliciously filling you up.

The stretch of both his cocks was so painfully good, making you throw your head back as you moan out.

The blood from the curse still decorated Sukuna's skin, transferring onto you as he fucked you.

As freaky and disgusting as it was, you loved it when he fucked you like this. After he was finished with a kill, covered in his enemy's blood, fucking the blood all over you.

You contninue to ride him, your tits bouncing from underneath your robes, that were now drenched in blood. His lower set of hands gripping onto your hips helping you along his cocks.

Noticing some of the blood was on your hands now, you bring one of them up to your mouth, licking the blood off your fingers slowly.

Sukuna groans out a laugh. "You're sick,"

That just egged you on further, leaning down to his neck, licking the blood clean from his neck.

His cocks twitch desprately inside you, you licking the blood off him, sending him over the edge, filling you full of his seed. He groans as he thrusts up to keep you stuffed with his cum.

His cocks shooting its load into you sends you into your orgasm as well, grabbing onto your own breasts, leaving bloody handprints over your chest.

He stays inside you, keeping you plugged up and full as his cocks start to soften in your cunt. Both of you catching your breath.

You give him a lazy smile. "Let's kill another,"

He lets out a boisterous laugh, his cocks twitching as they start to harden again inside you once again.

"Bring in another!"

CW: wlw, Hanji uses they/them pronouns and is afab in this fic, oral (Hanji receiving), dacryphilia, praise, top! Hanji, bottom! Reader, first time ish, overstimulating, pussy drunk reader, squirting

You and Hanji had been together for a little while now, and they two of you just started getting more intimate. They were always super careful with you, making sure you were always comfortable and constantly asking for permission. It was sweet, and they always made sure to attend to your needs, often ignoring their own.

It upset you, you wanted to make them feel good too.

So this time around you were gonna make them feel how they made you feel.

You were knelt in front of them while they were sitting on the bed, their legs spread to make room for you in between them. You hand your hands gripping onto the belt of their pants.

“Please, ‘ji, I wanna make you feel good too,” you pleaded, eyes wide with want.

Their face turns a bright red at the sight of you. You looked so pretty begging to eat them out, wanting to make them feel good.

Hanji smirked, trying to keep their cool. “You wanna make me feel good, pretty?”

You nodded eagerly, unbuckling their belt as quickly as you could, fumbling over your hands due to your excitement.

Hanji chuckles. “Greedy girl,” they helped you out and removed their pants and underwear along with them.

They leaned back on their elbows, spreading their legs further apart, giving you the glorious view of their dripping cunt. You whimpered to yourself at the sight, grinding your cunt on the heel of your foot to find some relief for yourself.

“Go ahead then, baby, make me feel good,” they encouraged, guiding your head to meet their pussy.

Your tongue immediately shot out licking them from their entrance to their clit.

They groan out at the feeling of your tongue on them, throwing their head backwards. You moan out, eyes rolling to the back of your head once your tastebuds landing on their taste.

They tasted soooo good.

You immediately speed up your movements, trying to drink up as much of their sweet arousal as you could. Holding their thighs apart with your hands.

Obscene slurps and other nasty wet noises filled the room. You were so messy with it, but you couldn’t help it you just wanted more, more, more.

Hanji held onto the back of your head as they ground their hips on your mouth, moaning so pretty for you. “Yeah sweet girl, just like that, making me feel so good,”

Making them feel too good. Their orgasm quickly starting to approach them. They made a noise that sounded an awful lot like a whimper, but you were too distracted to tease them for it.

Instead, you latched onto their clit and sucked. Their hips bucking up to meet your mouth as they moaned out louder.

“Oh fuuuuck,” they groaned. “Fuck, fuck, I’m—“

They didn’t even have time to finish their sentence before they’re squirting all over your face, you mouth open trying to catch whatever you could, wanting to taste more of them.

Hanji expected you to stop, but no, you just kept going. They gasped out at the overstimulation on their cunt. They straightened back up and looked down at you, continuing to eat your meal.

“Baby, I finished already—hmmm!” They then pulled you by your hair to pull your head away from them.

Your chin was dripping with their juices, your pupils were so wide. Clearly already pussy drunk just from a couple of minutes of eating your partner’s cunt. Hanji felt a tingle in their lower belly seeing you in such a state.

“Mmmm, noooo, Hanji, please,” you beg trying to move yourself back to them, but they were still holding you back from your hair. “You taste so good, please, I want more, please,”

Hanji let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah? You wanna stay on my cunt, baby?”

You nod quickly. Tears pooling in your eyes, threatening to spill. Moving your hand onto their clit and rubbing in slow agonizing circles.

“Wanna make you feel good, wan’ you to cum on m’face again,” you tell them, a sob breaking from your lips.

Their eyes widen, you were crying being taken away from their pussy. The tears quickly spilled from your pretty blown out eyes.

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you sobbed, you couldn’t stand being away from them when their cunt was right there. Waiting for you to come eat them up.

How could they deny you when you begged so pretty like that?

Hanji smiled and patted your head, making you lean into their touch.

“Go ahead then baby, help yourself,” the second they gave the go ahead, you dove back in.

Latching back onto their clit and sucking hard. Tears continuing to fall from your eyes as you looked up at them with a thankful expression.

Hanji’s thighs tightened around your head as they moaned out to an almost scream.