#lin.thirsts

"i don't understand," he says, voice flat.

you feel the head of thick cock just barely pushing into you - oh, fuck, it burns so bad - and you gulp.

"can- can we do this tomorrow?"

frustration creases in his brow. he does everything for you: he puts money in your bank account, buys you fancy dresses, takes you out to expensive dinner.

in return, he expects an obedient housewife. he expects some children. most of all, he expects a warm, wet hole, ready for him whenever he feels the need to stuff you poor little cunt full of his thick cum.

you look down nervously at his twitching cock, wrists struggling where he's got them firmly pinned down in place. he doesn't respond to your question - just pushes his cock into you slowly, stretching you open, splitting you in half. the lube lies unused on the side; your cunt feels better when it's tight, anyway. he strokes his fingers along the surface of your tummy almost reverently, even as your eyes roll back into your head and your body twitches weakly.

kenma finds it really fucking annoying whenever you open your mouth to talk.

you just don’t shut up, do you? ever since his parents had remarried, he’d been subject to your constant chit-chat, your steady stream of questions - niichan, what’s that game called? can i play? how long have you been living here? are you ever gonna move out?

no, he much prefers it when you’re asleep.

it’s then that he can finally appreciate you properly - the way your soft, gauzy nightgown clings to every soft curve, the way your pretty tits rise and fall as you breathe, your adorable doll-like expression all blissed out in sleep.

it’s a sight that makes him hungry. and since a little punishment for your irritating behavior is in order anyway, why hold back?

you let out the cutest little gasps when your niichan stuffs you full of cock. you’re drooling from the corner of your mouth, eyelashes fluttering slightly, trembling as he rocks you back and forth and stretches out your tight, velvet, walls.

he wonders if you’re having a nice dream.

your sweet cunt always clenches around him nice and tight when he brings up a finger to circle at your puffy, achy clit. the feeling of your slick hole squeezing him, milking him - it draws a stuttered moan from his lips, but he keeps it down as to not wake you up. he doesn’t want to ruin the moment. he doesn’t want to break the spell. you look so fucking perfect writhing all needy and desperate beneath him, hips rutting back against his curved cock, dragging your swollen g-spot against his length, your body reacting like the whore he knows you are.

the best part? as your big brother, he gets to make you feel good like this every night, satisfaction twisting in his gut at the confusion flitting across your face when you wake up to your thighs damp and panties messy.

throughout the course of your relationship, kita has had one constant thought running through his mind, sitting at the back of his brain ever since he’d first laid eyes on you:

he wants to knock you up.

he didn’t tell you at first, of course - who tells someone i want you to have my children the first time they have sex? instead, he keeps those fantasies to himself, half-lidded eyes taking you in the warmth of the afterglow. he wonders what you’d look like with cum dripping out of your pussy, tummy round and swelling, a baby fucked into your womb.

he plans on finding out sometime soon. maybe he’ll do it on one of those days when you’re half-asleep, maybe when you’re a little tipsy.

he’s gonna make you feel so good, pump your cunt full of his thick, warm cock, grazing every sensitive inch inside you. you won’t even notice when he slips his condom off and fucks you skin-to-skin, the sopping heat of your tight pussy milking his dick - not with his fingers circling your clit, mouth trailing soft kisses up your jaw. the dripping, liquid warmth of his cum filling you up will be pure bliss. he wants to fuck you full.

kita’s usually a responsible man, but he still has his needs.

he’s sure you’ll understand - in fact, when you’ve finally got a few kids running around the house, he thinks you’ll be the happiest you’ve ever been.

issei just can’t seem to control himself when it comes to pretty little things like you.

there’s something so sweet, so soft, so pure - is it any wonder he finds himself constantly lusting after women half his own age? he leers at college girls and twenty-somethings and young professionals, the ones with tight, short pencil skirts and hair tied up neatly in a ponytail. girls like you are adorable. so shy.

and so gullible.

“issei... what are you doing?” you ask, eyes darting around nervously as he closes the door behind you.

he leans a little bit too close to you, pinning you against the wall, and brings a large hand to rest at the base of your neck. he can feel your pulse hammering away under his thumb.

his eyes are half-lidded, a lazy smile stretching across his face. it was almost too fucking easy to get you to follow him home, but he’s not about to complain.

not when he’s about to fuck you full and cum in your tight little cunt.

“aww, baby,” he says, trailing his hand down the front of your body. goosebumps ripple across your flesh as nimble fingers make their way to the area right above your cunt. “haven’t you figured it out yet? i’m gonna rape you.”

you freeze at his words.

if he could, he would take a snapshot of this moment and save it forever. this is his favorite part every tim. your eyes go wide with horror, breaths shallow and panicked, body twitching as he pulls aside your underwear and slips a long finger deep into your drooling cunt. he curls it slightly, petting and stroking lightly against your sensitive spot, voice dark with laughter as your legs start to buckle.

“should’ve known better than to come home with strange men like me,” he says, unbuckling his own pants. he pulls his cock out, slowly stroking it up and down, precum already dripping from the tip. he eyes your exposed pussy, watching the way it flutters around his finger. he wonders if it’s going to fit.

the first thing you register as you stir from your sleep is the feeling of something warm and wet lapping at your clit.

your cunt pulses with arousal, clenching around nothing, and twitches as the strange sensation teases around the lips of your cunt. it licks long, smooth stripes up and down your dripping slit, slow and patient - as if it’s savoring a delicacy.

the second thing you realize is that the sensation is coming from a tongue, long and forked, and the tongue is attached to some kind of creature.

fear clenches at your throat, but clawed hands slither around your neck before a scream can even form.

"shh, pretty human," it hums, voice impossibly deep and rich. its yellow, catlike eyes gleam in the dark, looking up at from between your plush thighs, and it looks hungry.

it feels different from a cock.

not a bad different; it curves and bends and probes in all the ways that a human cock can't, reaching deep inside your twitching little pussy to press on the spots that make your vision start to dance.

you're not quite sure when the transformation took place, but you realize with a shudder that the arm holding you up has turned into a tentacle snaking its way around your waist, the tip stroking lightly around your clit.

your brow furrows in confusion as you open your mouth to cry out -

a long, thick tentacle crashes into your mouth, stretching your lips around something far thicker than a cock, and you think you can feel the skin on your face tearing.

you're probably too incoherent to cry out for help, anyway. your poor cunt gapes pathetically as he rams himself further inside, coaxing you open with sweet touches around your clit. he wonders if he could reach all the way inside your tummy... maybe even make his way to your lungs.

being split in half is a strange sensation, isn't it?