✧ Feeling You Through These Walls ✧
✧ Feeling you through these walls ✧
Fandom: Obey Me
Characters: Simeon/Solomon x reader (separated)
Warnings: bottom/sub characters, top/dom male amab reader, use of fleshlight, dub-con, reader have dick piercing in Simeon's part, mention of sin and corruption.
Summary: After buying a fleshlight in a dubious sex shop, you certainly did not expect to enjoy that overly pleasurable and realistic toy to this extent.
Words: 2.600
Minors (-17) & Blank blogs dni
Part 1: Solomon & Simeon
Part 2: Diavolo & Barbatos
Part 3: …
✧ You met Simeon and Luke at the same time, for a short time though, as they were just staying in the Devildom for a few weeks.
✧ Having a crush on an angel wasn't the easiest thing in the world, especially when he had to go back to the Celestial Realm. The goodbyes were difficult, Luke cried softly into your torso before they really had to leave.
✧ You did not expect to be hit with a wet dream of Simeon the same night, waking us sweating and with a hard-on. Still sleepy, you couldn't remember what was the dream or how it ended, but you knew by how much precum was sliding down your dick, that it has been a good dream.
✧ In the state you were in, you knew it would be impossible to go back to sleep, even after taking a cold shower. Out of desperation and with the urgent need to relieve yourself, you opened the drawer and took the first toy that you found.
✧ Much to your surprise, it was one that you never used before. It was a fleshlight that you found in a dubious sex shop, in one of the darkest parts of the shop, and it was on sale, so you bought it but completely forgot about it.
✧ Observing it, you watch in amazement as the insides change shape, taking a whole new form, which was much tighter. You could remember that on the box, it was said to perfectly imitate the shape of the one you desired the most, who was obviously your dear and pure angel.
✧ The idea of doing something so unholy while thinking about an angel was awful, but you couldn't resist, giving in to the temptation and sin. He would never know about it anyway, right?
✧ Simeon was relaxing in the garden when he felt the strange sensation. He had to stop walking, touching his lower stomach with a curious and questioning expression on his face, another angel asking if he was feeling okay.
✧ At first, he was confused by the feeling, wondering what was happening, thinking that he perhaps ate too much, and it made him sick. But then, as the sensation became stronger in a certain place, it hits him, hard.
✧ Simeon was a virgin, he never touched himself, even though he was curious, and certainly never thought about doing it with someone. That was a lie… Since he went to the Devildom and met you, his thoughts were full of sin, his dreams were haunting his mind and pulling at the purest part of his heart.
✧ But now was not the time to think about it, he needed to figure out what was happening to him first. Simeon excused himself and ran to his room, closing and locking the door behind him, so he could not be found in such a compromising situation. He had no idea what was inside of him, but it was absolutely divine and showed a whole new world.
✧ As the movement became clearer, he recognized long and thick fingers, pushing against his walls, trying to fit another one despite his hole being so tight. He hated the fact that someone else than you was touching him, it gave him a chill of disgust, but he also could not stop the person doing this to him, so he closed his eyes and imagined you.
✧ Simeon was so close to crying, teary eyes making it impossible for him to see anything, he felt his body reject the touch. Until he was finally empty, he thought it was over at first, but something much larger pressed against his entrance. As the tip went in, the tears rolled down his cheeks, followed by a moan mixed with a sob.
✧ He was going to pray, beg for it to stop, until he felt it, the cold metal entering his body and scraping his walls. He recognized it in an instant, Simeon recognized you… For a simple reason, the dick piercings.
✧ During a conversation with Asmodeus, the Avatar of Lust couldn't keep to himself the last secrets he discovered or heard about. That's how he learned that the man accidentally walked into your bathroom while you were showering, and even more than seeing you naked, he discovered that you had dick piercings, more precisely, a lorum and a frenum. This newfound information about you never managed to leave his mind, and that's how he immediately recognized whose dick was penetrating him right now.
✧ It couldn't be just a coincidence.
✧ A spike of pleasure brought him back to the present, the feeling of being full was pervasive, foreign and yet so good. Simeon couldn't stop the embarrassing noises coming out of his mouth, the thought of you doing this to him was so lewd and good.
✧ He had no idea if you were intentionally doing this to him or not, but he was basking in the newfound sensation and pleasure anyway, unable to do anything but take it. His body and mind were begging for you, and nothing could bring him back to the good, pure, path.
✧ Simeon did not care as his wings turned grey, proof of sin and abandonment.
✧ Everything became too much, your thrusts, the feeling of being filled up to the brim while remaining empty, the last uncontrolled twitch of your dick inside his body, painting him as yours. Simeon came fast and all over his bed, not able to tell you to stop as you keep dragging multiple orgasms out of him, only stopping when you'll be satisfied.
✧ When you finally halted, Simeon was left with an aching cock, a numb mind and shaking legs, the ruined sheets taunting him. He glanced at his bed, noticing multiple black feathers circling him, but he could not bring himself to care.
✧ Without a word, he cleaned himself, cursing about his clothes being far too tight as his sensitivity was already too heightened. Cleaning the rest of his room, he sat down on his bed after looking in the mirror, understanding that it was over.
✧ It seemed like Simeon was going to come back to the Devildom much quicker than he expected, with a desperate need of an explanation, but also to make the urge at the bottom of his heart and lower stomach disappear.
✧ Solomon, such a wise sorcerer, calmly reading a book in his room after class, relaxing after such a long day. He was disappointed that you couldn't spend the afternoon with him, as you had to hang out with lower demons, and he decided to focus on widening his knowledge instead.
✧ You came back to your room a few hours after, dishevelled and shaking, your mind was an utter mess. While being out, you, unfortunately, got hit by a spell heightening your sensitivity, which lead you to come back to your room earlier than intended.
✧ Your day has been long and not the best one, you had already some pent-up frustration, and the spell only worsened your state. Because of this, you had to unwind everything, and release once and for all this frustration.
✧ That's when your eyes fell on this bag, placed in the corner of your room, completely forgotten. The item contained in this bag was bought weeks ago, but you never had the time to use it or even thought about it.
✧ You spent so much money on it, and it remained useless… perhaps it was the occasion to finally unpack it.
✧ Without another thought, you took it out of the bag, and the dark purple packaging, looking at the most realistic fleshlight you have ever seen.
✧ Rapidly cleaning it with water before squirting lube into it, you gasped as the opening closed suddenly as if trying to keep the fluid in. The insides were clenching around nothing, reacting to any touch or feeling, which was extremely realistic for an object like this one. Though, it was not surprising as you were in the Devildom, and demon of lust obviously existed.
✧ Curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't help but plunge your fingers into it, marvelled by how tight it became. At first, you could not even move your fingers, feeling the plastic flesh clench and prevent any movement. The sensation was mind-blowing, and your patience was running thin.
✧ Not waiting one more instant, you were unbuttoning your pants and letting them slide down your legs along with your underwear.
✧ A few rooms away, Solomon's book hit the floor with a loud thud, echoing through the entire room. The sorcerer lurched forward in his chair, his hand touching his pants, not understanding how it could be dry while he felt his hole overflowing. Soon, another fluid was squirted into him, making his head slam back, a whine escaping his lips.
✧ Quiet gasps and moans flew out of his mouth, the feeling of being fingered open was overwhelming, he could only beg to the emptiness of his room to get it over with. At first, he was confused and wanted it to stop, but then the pleasure took over, and he could not help but spread his legs.
✧ It was oh-so frustrating, he could feel everything, how the fingers were curling up inside of him, hitting his most pleasurable spots, loosening up so perfectly. But also, while that fluid was spread inside of him, his hole stayed desperately empty, he could feel it but couldn't do anything, not even fuck himself back onto those experimented fingers.
✧ As minutes passed, he grew impatient, annoyed by how the fingers were playing with him as if he could not feel anything. It was almost as if he was not here, only his body and especially his ass mattered, not any other part of him was being touched. Humiliated, he had to start playing with his cock himself, hoping it would be enough to bring him to his orgasm.
✧ Too focused on getting himself off, he was surprised when you finally penetrated him. You can't even imagine how loud the whorish moan that left his mouth was, feeling your entire dick enter him in one push, without slowing down or stopping once. There was no time for him to get accustomed to the feeling of being forced open, only able to lean forward and take it like a good toy.
✧ The quick pace that was taken immediately broke his mind, each thrust was powerful and deep, hitting all the good spots that the fingers previously found. At this pace, Solomon was not even going to last five minutes, he was already out of breath and twitching uncontrollably when you started.
✧ On your side, you were amazed by how realistic the fleshlight was, almost as good as a real person. You moaned and groaned every time it would tighten up around you, the way it was clenching so violently sometimes after touching a certain stop or moving at a certain angle was lewd and delightful. A whine would get pulled out of your mouth when it would tight so much you weren't even able to thrust out, the hole desperately trying to keep you inside.
✧ As your mind gets clouded with pleasure, your thoughts went towards the one who's been driving you insane. Thinking about a certain sorcerer while masturbating was so humiliating, but it was too good to stop, especially as you felt yourself on the edge.
✧ You tried to convince yourself it was just a way to cum faster, that's all… It had nothing to do with your feelings for him, how tiny his waist was, how his thighs looked when he crossed his legs, how he would always press himself against you when he was tensed, resting on your lap when he wanted to catch up on his sleep, or…
✧ Solomon was the one you wanted, and not just a stupid toy.
✧ While you were edging yourself, Solomon came embarrassingly fast, not able to keep it in. His face flushed red when he saw droplets of cum wetting the pages of his book. Now, he would be unable to act as if it never happened, this mess would remind him of it forever.
✧ Unfortunately, he did not have the time to grab something to clean his precious book, as you already started to move again. This time, you were set on cumming without any more edging, only wanting to fill up that toy and then get to work.
✧ By the end of it, Solomon was sweating profusely, on all fours on the ground, cheek resting against the cold floor as his hands were holding his legs open. A small puddle of cum could be messily seen under him, while he also tried his best to not fall into it and dirty his stomach, the humiliation would be too strong.
✧ It was with trembling legs that he went to his bathroom, cleaning himself and the ground, not able to glance at the mirror from embarrassment. It took him some long minutes to regain his composure, but everything that happened always came back to his mind, so he went out to distract himself.
✧ That's when he walked in front of your room and decided to knock, knowing your joyful and friendly attitude around him would get rid of those thoughts.
✧ After the first knock, there was no reply, so he knocked again. He didn't understand why there was no sound, he knew you came back a few hours ago, he heard the door along with the distinct sound of your steps.
✧ Curious, he opened the door, only to find the room empty along with your bed, the sheets were thrown on the side without a care. Finally, he noticed the door of your bathroom being open, and the water of the tap running, as he came towards it, calling your name.
✧ Solomon certainly did not expect to see you half naked, with just a towel around your waist. And even less to find you with a fleshlight in your hand, full of cum and ready to clean it with water. He wanted to leave discreetly, until he saw you plunge your fingers inside the toy to get the fluid out, the sensation of being full again coming back full force.
✧ His legs shook and almost gave up under him, and he ran out of your room as fast as he could, slamming the door shut behind him. That's when he realises what really happened, it was not a stupid prank or spell that has been cast on him, he was being fucked open by you. Just the thought of it made his cock twitches painfully in his pants, and he ended up staying in his room the rest of the evening.
✧ Meanwhile, you were still oblivious to what happened. You did hear someone leave your room in a hurry and slam the door behind them, but you only expected someone to get surprised by your presence and run away to not get caught.
✧ The last thing you expected was to get a text from Solomon, as he was unable to face you yet, the embarrassment too strong for the poor sorcerer. Or, perhaps, he was still completely naked in his bed, fingers deep inside of him in the hope to feel that pleasure again, to no avail.
✧ The text he sent you was explicit, and you understood instantly what he was talking about.
→ “Next time you buy a magical item, come to me first.”
→ “Also, warn me the next time you use it, I don't want to be teased like this during classes.”
→ “… I am free this evening if you are perhaps interested.”
✧ author note
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Obey Me!: Kitten Maids
Lucifer, Mammon, Satan Asmodeus and Belphegor as your cat maids - other characters
master kink, toys, cum play
𖤐Lucifer:
actually a very efficient maid
he tolerates the outfit, but won't make it more revealing than necessary
keeps the cat-act as minimal as you tolerate
won't ask for attention too often, he rather has you come to him if you need his extra service
though Lucifer doesn't show much skin, he still has easy access
like panties with a hole in them, lube in one of the small pouches on his belt, etc
sometimes he wears a plug throughout the day
for easy access and to keep your cum comfortable and warm inside of him
pretends to be annoyed when you cover him in cum, but he lowkey enjoys it
"Lucifer?"
The maid comes hurried into your room, the tail of his costume cutely swaying behind him.
"Is something wrong with the tea, master?" he asks worriedly, politely holding his arms behind his back while waiting for a response.
You motion for him to come closer, trying to hide the mischievous smirk pulling on your lips. Lucifer stands right next to you now, frowning at the cup of tea he just prepared.
"Something's missing, kitty," you scowl while your hand sneaks under his skirt, reaching for his still hard cock.
You teased him earlier, resulting in the probably painful erection sitting under his costume. Lucifer gasps, his hips subconsciously pushing into your hand. He knows he's not allowed to question you, so he presses his lips together and silently accepts your hand stroking his cock into a quick orgasm.
You grab the cup, bringing it to his dick right before he starts cumming, resulting in his milky cum flowing right into the tea. His eyes widen, another gasp disrupting the pretty groans of Lucifer's euphoria.
A beautiful blush covers his face as you ask him to taste-test it for you.
𖤐Mammon:
Mammon won't be too good of a maid
he only pretends to work most of the time
Mammon much rather sits on your lap and gets spoiled
hey, don't scold him, this is part of his job too!
his maid costume is not too revealing, but enough to tease you
sometimes wears a tail-plug, but more often a clip-on tail for his waist
doesn't even bother to wear panties
the more attention/treats he gets, the more he'll act like a cat
sometimes he acts more like your sugar baby than maid tho
his efficiency magically improves with praise
"Master," Mammon purrs into your ear, slightly startling you.
You turn to him, finding his proud grin greeting you, body bent slightly forward.
"Finished?" you question, slightly surprised by his speed.
He nods enthusiastically, and somehow you feel like checking if he actually finished what you told him to do would be futile.
"Don'cha think I deserve some treats?"
You roll your eyes at him while reaching for the top of his head, patting the soft hair with a timid smile. Mammon pushes his head into your pats, enjoying the affection. You shift your gentleness to something different, your other hand moving to his exposed thighs, summoning goosebumps on the tanned skin.
Mammon shifts encouragingly, urging your warm fingers to reach his cock. A delighted moan catches your ears as you start stroking him, giving him the reward he asked for.
𖤐Satan:
a perfect cat maid
he tries his best with the chores you give him but often ends up caught up in his kitty-role
like he genuinely dives into the headspace
always wears tail plugs (he has multiple colored ones, but they're all realistic)
matching cat ears, of course (also realistic)
might wear some cat paws sometimes
sometimes paints on whiskers, but that's for special occasions
communicates through meowing, with a very cute smile on his face
loooves if you play with him, but he pretends to not even notice you in the room sometimes, just to rile you up
bites you (affectionately)
your lap is his throne
Satan watches you take your place at the desk he just organized. It doesn't take long before he's seated on your lap, his eyes staring you down without a word.
You smile at him, slightly amused while your hands instinctively rest on his hips. If Satan had an actual tail, it would playfully sway behind his back, challenging you cutely.
"Something you need, kitty?"
He bites his lip, subtle fangs pressing the soft pink skin, distracting you from his hand reaching down to pull his plug out of his ass. The thunk of it falling to the floor catches your attention, but by that time he's already guided your hand to the gaping hole between his legs.
Your fingers reach deep into him, allowing Satan to happily ride your digits, providing himself with the release he needs after working so hard for you.
His whines are pretty, even while muffled by your skin as he nuzzles into your neck, biting and nibbling you playfully.
𖤐Asmodeus:
he doesn't care for your chores, being your prettiest decoration is his only job tbh
wears the most revealing maid dress (it's actually a two-piece costume, one chest piece, and a bit of cloth you might consider a skirt)
always wears tail plugs with pretty colors (pink!!) and jewelry braided into them
matching ears, obviously
has the prettiest "claws" and loves scratching you with them ;)
wears a different collar every day
also spends a lot of time on makeup lol
his plugs are remote-controlled vibrators
he's always all over you, either at your feet, on your lap, or somehow clinging to you
very shameless
"Y/nnnn~" Asmodeus whines his body slumping against yours as you continue to deny him attention.
"Do your work, Asmo," you reply coldly, keeping your eyes on the book in your hands, trying not to spare the pretty kitty a glance.
He huffs, sounding offended as he stands back, looking at you for a few seconds as if to contemplate his next act before he offers a snippy huff. You still don't look at him when he turns around, dramatically mumbling something to himself as he walks off to the armchair in the corner of the room.
The sudden sound of it dragging over the floor does make you perk up, seeing your maid pulling it right into the center of the room. He knows he's caught your attention now, which makes him grin proudly while positioning himself on the chair, his legs draped over the armrests, spreading them right for your eyes.
"If my master won't touch me, I'll have to do it myself," he pouts, though his voice flows with undeniable confidence, soon bleeding into obnoxiously loud moans as he starts teasing the plug in his ass while stroking his leaking cock under the short skirt.
𖤐Belphegor:
more of a cat than a maid
and by that, I mean 20-hours of sleep a day
if you give him a chore, he'll manage 5% of it before he's dozed off
it is very cute, but not efficient
his dress isn't exactly short, it's mostly modified to keep him comfortable during sleep
often wears a cock-ring and a very lovely jewel plug so you have a pretty surprise when you decide to touch him while he sleeps
no panties
he wears cat-ears, but eventually loses them while sleeping somewhere, and he forgets to put them back on
purrs a lot, especially when sleeping around you
You amusedly watch Belphegor's lids get heavier and heavier as he tries to dust one of the bookshelves in your library, his already shaky legs bucking further, making him look shakily unstable in his tired state. You walk up to him, carefully wrapping your arms around his waist, so you wouldn't scare him.
"Wanna take a nap on my lap, kitty?"
Belphegor seems delighted by your proposal, though he does not agree immediately like usual.
"M' cock hurts," he slurs tiredly while allowing his body to relax against you, handing you the weight his limbs can no longer carry.
You coo at him, swiftly moving your hands over his hips to his crotch, feeling the hard erection under the fabric of his dress. His dick feels hot and heavy in your grip, the cockring at its base disrupting the intimate feeling. You pull it off wordlessly, which makes him whimper, small spurts of cum dribbling out of his reddened slit.
You stroke him through the release, bathing in Belphegor's adorable little moans before carrying him to the couch for a semi-deserved nap.
Kinktober day 3 : Daddy Kink
It is odd writing for a kink I find weird, but it is a good excercise
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TW : Daddy Kink(duh), Brat Taming, Choking, Hair pulling, Spanking, Praise
Character : Uzui Tenma
GN!Reader (read as dick or strapless strap)
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“Call me daddy.”
“No”
“Call me daddy!”
“No.”
This is a, currently, normal conversation between you and your Olympic gold medalist boyfriend. Uzui Tenma, descendant of Uzui Tengen, a demon slayer. Tenma is a gymnast and he has a bit of a rude streak, flipping off photographers and choking reporters.
Recently he has been trying to get you to call him Daddy. You have been together for a while now and these last few weeks his urging has only gotten more aggressive. From simply asking to straight up demanding you. This is the most aggressive he has been with you.
His hand gripped yours as his face turned into a pout. His silver hair that never went past his ears, fell into his face. Violet eyes staring into yours.
“Call me daddy.”
You simply sighed, Tenma is being a brat. An annoying one at that. As tempting as it is to put him in his place, you don’t really want to waste your energy. Especially on a hot summer day like today. Japan is humid as FUCK.
But if he keeps this up your anger will make you act.
“Do it.”
You poured yourself a glass of ice water, straight up chugging it to cool off. This is not the first time he wanted attention or sex. This is, however, the first time he has been such a brat.
“Call me daddy.”
Your temper is wearing thin. A worn rope at this point. A rope holding your sanity together. A rope that is fraying and held on by threads.
“Do it already!” He is whining at this point
Tenma childishly tugged at you, pulling your arm. Pressing himself onto you, making it warmer than it already was. Sweat dripped down your face.
The heat is starting to piss you off too.
“Stop Ignoring me”
The rope snapped.
“Call-Hrk.”
Your hand found its way to his throat. Dragging him to your shared room and throwing him onto the bed. You straddled him, he was already hard.
“I fucking had enough. You are SUCH a Brat, Tenma. Would you shut up already?” Growling as you gripped his face
“Make me.” A sly grin stretched across his face
“Fine.”
Wrestling his pants and underwear off and laying him across your lap, you gripped his hair. Smacking his ass hard, he yelped.
“The fuck was that for?”
“Count” You tugged at his hair when he glared, landing another slap on his ass
“…. One…”
“Louder.” Another slap
“AH! TWO!”
Another slap.
“THREE!”
Time passes and the number higher
SMACK
“Tw-twent- twenty.” Tenma hiccups
By the time you were done, his ass was a brilliant red. Fat tears dripped down his cheeks. You gently put him onto the bed, lightly rubbing the red skin. His hard hadn’t ceased, it simply dripped with pre cum.
“Are you sorry for being a naughty brat?”
“Ye- yes… I’m sorry.”
“Good boy. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. You took your punishment well.” You kissed his tear soaked cheek
“Please. Please take care of me.”
“I will.”
Lube soaked fingers plunging in and out of his hole, forcing him to bite his shirt collar to hold back his sounds. Stretching him open as his eyes screw shut.
He lays on his back, pillow under his shoulders. Tears drying. Legs open with his knees bent. Cock standing proudly, drooling
“Ready?”
“Mhn.”
“I need to hear it baby.”
“Yes… I’m ready.”
With Tenma’ s confirmation, you entered him. Slowly bottoming out and slowly rocking your hips, grinding against his prostate.
“Mo-move.”
Starting with slow and long movements. Pulling out to the tip and fully sheathing again. Motion repeating, slowly speeding up.
He opened his arms, almost as if he is demanding that you get closer to him.
“Please…. Daddy?”
“Is this a new kink of yours?~” you cooed as you leaned into his grip, stilling as his hands burying themselves into your tank top and his face into your neck
“Darling?”
“…..yes” his voice muffled from pressing himself into you
“You could have just told me.” Pressing a kiss into his hair
He pulled away, his red face said everything. Eyes looking away from you as tears started to fall again. He chewed at his lip.
“Where you embarrassed?”
He nods
“Baby.”
The amethyst crystals that are his eyes finally meeting yours
“Let daddy take care of you now, baby boy~”
He moans as you purred into his ear.
You move. Your hips meet his red ass at every thrust. He cries as you piston into him at a rough pace. Fast, but not harsh nor punishing. Just fast.
“D- Daddy!” He gasps out “Da- daddy Please!”
“Yes, baby?” You kiss his cheeks
“Kiss. I wanna kiss.”
“Of course.”
Pressing your lips together gently, he closed his eyes. His muscular legs wrapped around your waist. His arms that are just as strong pull you closer as his eyes shut. You pulled away, Tenma cries out louder when your hand starts to jerk him off.
“Gonn- gonna cum.” He chokes out
“You cumming baby? You cumming?”
You bite his neck
“Daddy”
“Cum.”
You both released at the same time. His staining the front of his shirt. Sweat making your clothes stick to your skin.
“We need a shower.” You leaned on him
“Together?”
“Yeah.”
ok that afab!xiao one 😳 ty anon you awoke something in me LMAO. I would write for xiao too but kaeya’s been hogging up my mind all week 😔 anyways enjoy this fic ig
sub!bottom!afab!kaeya x dom!top!gn!amab!reader
warnings: Bondage, exhibitionism(?), voyeurism, sex toys, edging, nipple play, dacryphilia, fingering, degradation, sadomasochism, facefucking, overstimulation
not proofread cause I’m too lazy
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5:56 PM. Four minutes before your date with Kaeya. You made sure you looked your best. You fixed your hair and outfit before going to the restaurant for your date. “You’re here early.” You said as you walked up to Kaeya, pressing a kiss to his lips. “Would you rather me be late?” He replied with a smile as you two pulled away. “Of course not,” You denied and let out a small huff. “Let’s go now. I booked a table for us.” Before you lead him to the table, you leaned towards his ear and whispered, “You’re wearing the gift I gave you, correct?“
“Why would I not? You know I don’t waste gifts.” Kaeya said with a cocky grin. Before you could lean back, he grabbed the back of your head and whispered, “It’s hitting all the perfect spots inside of me and stretching me out so good,” He purred into your ear. “You’re quite good at choosing gifts, I’m surprised. It looks so good on me I just had to take a picture.” He said, handing you a photograph as he leans back. You flipped it over and there you saw such a splendid picture.
It was a picture he took in front of a mirror. His ass was up and facing the mirror. You could see his pink cunt and the gift you gave him—a butt plug with a blue gemstone that suited him so well like it was made for him to wear. The plug was sitting nice and snug inside of his ass. His upper body was turned so he could look at the mirror. He had a shit-eating smile plastered onto his face. On his chest, you could see a glimpse of nipple clamps that were decorated with a chain.
You were surprised that he wore nipple clamps. You just expected him to wear the plug only. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Kaeya.” You let out a breathy laugh as you put the image in your pocket. “It’s one of my many talents.” He said smugly. “Let’s go eat now, shall we?” You said lending out your hand. “Yes, we shall.” He replied, intertwining his hand with your’s.
You and Kaeya chatted about your day until you saw the waiter coming over to your table. Kaeya followed your eyes and saw the waiter. He thought nothing much of it, but little did he know you had something up your sleeve. You took something out of your pocket and clicked a button. Suddenly, Kaeya felt the plug inside of him starting to vibrate. Though the plug was on the lowest setting, the sudden vibrations caused him to let out a small moan. His cocky grin disappeared and his hand immediately covered his mouth. He looked at you, and you could catch a glimpse of excitement in his eyes. He removed the hand away from his mouth and placed it on his cheek, leaning his head against it. “Seems like I’m not the only one with surprises today. I’m looking forward for tonight.” He said, his confident grin returning back onto his face.
The waiter came over to your table, completely unaware of the situation. “Hello. What may I get for you two tonight?” The waiter asked. “I’ll get (your order), please.” The waiter wrote down your order. “And for you, sir?” They asked. “I’ll get—“ Kaeya stifled a moan as you turned up the vibrator. “Sir?” The waiter said, their eyebrows knitting in confusion. “I-I’ll get um..the same thing.” He managed out. “Alright.” the waiter said as they wrote down his order and left your table.
“Not so charming anymore, hm?” You said with a smug smile. “My charm is something I wouldn’t ever lose.” He retorted back, trying not to moan between his words. You set the vibrator back to the lowest setting. You saw that Kaeya’s body relaxed as you turned it down. He didn’t have to worry about letting out a moan in public, well at least for now. You and Kaeya continued chatting as if he didn’t have a vibrating plug up his ass and nipple clamps on his chest.
A few moments later, the waiter came over with your food. They handed you your plate first, which you took and placed down on the table. When they were handing Kaeya his plate, you turned the vibrator up to max. Kaeya choked back a loud moan and almost dropped his plate if it weren’t for his skillful hands. “Sir, are you alright?” The waiter asked in concern. “Never better.” Kaeya said, his voice wavering but still managed to give them smile. They were skeptical, but decided not to pry. They left the table and Kaeya let out a relieved sigh. “Why so tense?” You asked, feigning innocence. He tried retorting back, but all that left his lips were whimpers and stifled moans. You lowered the setting a bit so that Kaeya could handle it but still be stimulated.
The two of you ate. Occasionally, you would turn the vibrator up and then back down, causing Kaeya to either choke on his food or let out a moan. You two would get odd stares from the other people around you, but you acted as if everything was normal meanwhile Kaeya was trying not to moan aloud. You could tell that Kaeya was about to cum because he started to slightly grind onto the chair to get some stimulation on his clit. You turned off the vibrator, which caused Kaeya to let out a whine and gain odd looks at the two of you. “Shouldn’t you be more quiet Kaeya? You don’t want to get caught, do you?” You said teasingly. “Why of course not.” Kaeya replied, gaining his composure back. As much as he would love you bending him over the table and rail him in front of everyone, he had a reputation to hold up.
The pattern continued. You would occasionally mess with the setting; going from low to high to medium to high to low. You did it randomly and at different times, which made it unpredictable for Kaeya, as well as exciting for him too. Every time you raised up the setting he would give you a smirk. Every time he was about to orgasm, you turned off the vibrator and watched how pathetic he looked, his eyes pleading you to just let him cum.
The two of you finally finished your meal. You paid the bill and escorted Kaeya out of the restaurant, helping him walk properly with his shaky legs as the plug was still buzzing inside of him. “Where should we go now?” You asked, but you already knew the answer he would give you. “Let’s go—ngh—to your place.” He managed out, trying hard not to focus on the buzzing in his ass. “My place? That’s unexpected. Usually you would request to go to the tavern. What made you change it up, hm?” You said in a teasing tone. Kaeya grabbed your waist and leaned towards your ear. “Please,” He whispered, his voice sounding so desperate. “I-I just want to cum…I want you fuck me..please.” God, he sounded so desperate. He didn’t even try to make a flirty remark. “I’ve only edged you twice and you’re this desperate already?” You laughed. “Alright then. Let’s go.” You said as you took him to your place.
When the two of you arrived to your place, Kaeya immediately started stripping. He landed a rough, sloppy kiss to your lips as he undressed with your help. You two made your way to the couch as you kissed and undressed Kaeya. You parted the kiss and pushed him onto the couch, his body bouncing lightly as he fell back onto the cushions. You sat in between his legs and could now see what a marvelous view he was giving you: His face was flushed and sweaty; his eyes were full of desperation; his chest was decorated with nipple clamps; his legs were spread, showing his glistening cunt and throbbing clit; and finally, the blue gemstone plug up his ass. He was completely naked, compared to you who was fully clothed. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t embarrassed by that. You leaned down and started attacking his neck with kisses and hickies. His hand grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down further into his neck. His other hand was holding the back of your shirt so tightly his knuckles turned white. You started to grind your clothed cock against his slit. Your hand trailed up his torso and rubbed and flicked at his sensitive nipples, meanwhile your other hand trailed down and rubbed circles on his throbbing clit. Kaeya let out loud moans, not caring if the neighbors would hear. He was being stimulated everywhere and didn’t know where to focus on.
“I-I’m—Mngh-ph!—gonna cum!” He moaned out. You increased your pace, building him up to his climax quicker. But just before he was able to cum, you pulled away and turned off the plug. “W-Wait! Let me finish!” He whined aloud. His eyes were tearing up and pleading for you to let him finish. You couldn’t help but let a sadistic smirk emerge onto your face. “I didn’t know that the Calvary Captain was this desperate to cum.” You laughed. “How unprofessional.” You said in fake disgust as you landed a harsh slap to his throbbing clit, which earned a yelp of pleasure from him. “Hah, look at you now. So desperate that you’re getting off of pain? My, my, I didn’t know you were a masochist.” You teased, a smug smile on your face as you watched his cheeks darken and his eyes looking at anything but you. You roughly grabbed his face and made him look at you. “I’m talking to you. Haven’t you learned to keep your eyes on the speaker?” You asked sternly. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, resisting the urge to break eye contact.
You let go of his face and shoved your fingers in mouth, causing him to gag. You attacked his neck once again, but this time you trailed down to his chest, leaving hickies along the way. Your tongue latched on his nipple, which was numb and sensitive because of the nipple clamps. You got up and slipped your fingers out of his lips, which made Kaeya look at you in confusion. “This is getting in the way.” You said as you grabbed the chain and yanked the nipple clamps off of him. He let out a startled cry, his nipples throbbing from both pain and pleasure. Before he could retort back, you immediately latched your tongue back onto his nipple again. You were kissing and sucking it so tenderly, a huge contrast to what you just did a few seconds ago. Your other hand, which was covered in his saliva, was rubbing his other nipple between your fingers. His hands were gripping tightly onto your shirt as he let out lewd moans.
You shoved your fingers back into his mouth and thrusted them in and out. Gagging and moaning filled up the room. You pulled out your fingers out of his mouth and reached down to his clit. Your fingers, slick with his saliva, toyed with his clit. Lewd moans left his lips as he took one hand and played with his abandoned nipple. “Nnhg—gonna c-cum!” He groaned out. You started to speed up your pace and he started to grind his hips against your fingers. And right when he was about to cum, you stopped. He let out a loud whine. Tears ran down his cheeks, begging for you to just let him cum. “Be a good boy and I’ll let you cum.” You said as your hand rubbed his thigh, inching closer and closer to his needy cunt but not touching it. “Please, please, I’ll do anything! I’ll be a good boy! A-Anything! Just please let me cum, I need it!” He begged. You shushed him with a kiss and wiped away his tears. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.” You said.
You picked him up and pampered him with soft kisses along the way. Once you got to the bedroom, you dropped him onto the bed. You sat between his legs and admired his debauched form. “Amazing, Kaeya. You’re so amazing.” You praised as gave tender kisses at his neck and started to trail down. You were now kissing around his needy cunt. He was squirming, begging for you to place your lips on his cunt. You got up and left the bed to get something. Kaeya let out a cry, being stripped away from gaining pleasure. You came back with rope and a few toys in your hands. A sadistic smile was on your face. You flipped him over, making him lie on his stomach and tied his wrists behind his back. You spread his legs open and bent his knees, tying each ankle to his wrists and to the bedposts, spreading his legs further. Your hands were all over his ass and thighs, rubbing and slapping it, causing him let out little yelps and moans. You out took out a labia spreader (this) and wrapped it around his thighs. You took each clamp and clamped it onto his labia, spreading it wide open to see his throbbing clit and gaping hole.
He felt so exposed. His labia was spread so you could see his wet cunt more clearly, and the fact that he was the only one naked didn’t help either. “Beautiful..so beautiful…” You said, though it was more like you were saying that to his cunt and not him. You took to fingers and slipped it into him. “You’re so wet Kaeya, you took me in so easily,” You teased, adding a third finger, which also slipped in easily. “Kaeya, were you fingering yourself before our date? How naughty.” You added a fourth finger, causing him to unable to answer your question. “I asked you a question. Aren’t you gonna answer me?” You demanded, curling your fingers into a sweet spot of his. “A-aahh! Yes, y-yes, I wa-was!” He replied, tears falling down his face once again. “Seems like I dont have to do any work then.” You said as you slipped your fingers out, earning a whine from Kaeya. You took your fingers, that were covering in Kaeya’s slick, and toyed with his clit. Sultry and sugar-sweet moans left his lips. God, he sounded so damn hot.
You took out a clit pump and attached it onto his clit. The sucking sensation was strong, bringing him into ecstasy. Oh how he wished it was your mouth sucking on his clit instead. You took out a speculum and inserted it into his cunt, widening it up. He moaned at the stretch. You took out a fucking machine and attached his favorite dildo, a thick textured one that hit all of the right places in him. You aligned it up to his dripping cunt and slowly entered it inside of him until all its length was deep inside him. Every time he shifted, it rubbed against all of his sweet spots. It’s his favorite for a reason. You turned on the machine and it started to slowly rock into him. Sweet and drawn-out moans left his lips as he closed his eyes to feel it more. He tried to clench down on the dildo, but the speculum refrained him from doing so. All he could do was take it in nice and deep.
You increased the speed of the machine, causing Kaeya’s moans to get louder and more filthy. As he squirmed from the pleasure, the clamps were tugging on his labia. He desperately wanted to grind his clit down on something, but couldn’t because of the tube that was sucking away on his clit. You continued to speed up the machine as he was getting closer and closer to his orgasm. His toes curled, face flushed, nails making indents into his palm, and his honey-sweet voice creating the most erotic sounds you could imagine. Right when he was about to cum, you stopped once again. He tried to hump back onto the dildo, but stopped when you landed a slap to his ass and called out his name sternly. “I-I need to cum! Please! Please let me cum! My f-filthy pussy needs it! Please, please, please!” He begged. “Hmm..wait a little longer, darling.” You said, caressing his ass before you gave it a squeeze. He sobbed. Tears spilled down his cheeks and created a wet puddle on the bedsheets.
After his orgasm died down, you turned on the machine again. Lewd moans started to fill up the room again. The sight of the dildo turning him into some babbling slut turned you on. Him being reduced to nothing but a filthy, cock-hungry whore. If someone had seen his form now, they wouldn’t believe that he was the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius. You felt your cock straining in your pants and couldn’t handle it anymore. You took off your pants and lifted his head up by his hair. You pressed your tip against his lips and said, “Suck.” That was all you needed to say for Kaeya to oblige. He struggled to take you whole. He was trying his best to be able to please you, but the dildo was going at a merciless rhythm, making it hard for him to focus. You quickly got impatient from how slow he was taking you in; he wasn’t even halfway, but yet he was gagging and moaning all over your cock. Your grip tightened on his hair and held his head still, thrusting at a brutal pace inside of his mouth. Your cock never failed to hit the back of his throat with every thrust. Your eyes closed as you focused on reaching your climax.
His mouth was warm and wet. His tongue was swirling around your cock. His tongue at the underside of your cock and the gummy walls of his mouth all felt too good. He gagged and moaned all over your cock, the moaning sending vibrations up your cock. You opened your eyes and saw his debauched form. His lips were slick and swollen, saliva running down his chin. Tears spilled from his pretty eyes. Fuck, he looked so fucking gorgeous like this. You sped up your pace, wanting to ruin his pretty face even more. His eager gagging and moaning filling the room. You finally came down his throat, painting his mouth white. Hot spurts of cum shot down his throat as you groaned. You pulled out of his mouth and stroked your shaft to empty yourself completely. The last spurts of cum landed on his hair and face. God, he looked stunning like this. You held his chin up and took a picture of him with your kamera. His eyes were dazed, eyebrows knotted, your cum splattered on his face and hair, and his mouth gaping as he moaned from the dildo that was still thrusting inside of him. “C-Cum..pleaseee! A-aahhhn, need t-to cum! Ha-haven’t I—Mmfngh!—b-been a good boy?” Kaeya sobbed, voice strained from you fucking his throat. “A little more and you can cum, mkay?” You said, wiping his tears away.
He nodded, too tired to whine. You moved away and went to take off the clit pump off of him. His clit was swollen and sensitive. You rubbed on his clit with your fingers. Loud, hoarse moans escaped his swollen lips as his thighs trembled. You took out a vibrator and put it up against his clit. Once you turned it on, he started thrashing around. He was being stimulated so much. The dildo was fucking into him brutally, hitting all of the perfect spots inside of him. The vibrator was buzzing on his clit, which was lot more sensitive than usual because of the clit pump. And the clamps tugging on his labia as he thrashed around. You decided to turn on the butt plug in him again, which caused him to thrash around even more and let out a shrill moan that would surely wake up the neighbors. You turned up the vibrator and the plug up to max. “c-cUMMm! Ne-neED tO hAaahh..Mmmfffp!” He cried out, hanging on only by a thread. “You may.” You said as he finally released.
Pleasure and euphoria washed over his body in heavy, rocking waves as he came all over the dildo. His body shuddered, bottom lip quivering and toes curling in as he cried out your name, nails digging into his palms and eyes rolling to the back of his head. He didn’t even realize that he was squirting in long spurts all over your hand and bedsheets. You turned off the vibrator, the plug, and the machine. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He cried out as he rode his high. You slid the dildo and plug out of him. You unclamped his labia and took off the thigh belts. You took out the speculum, leaving his worn out hole to clamp down onto nothing. You untied him and flipped him over. His old tears drying up as new tears flowed down. You slid yourself inside of his worn out cunt. “W-wait! W-what are you doing?” He gasped as you started to thrust into him, your thumb rubbing at his sensitive clit. His arms and legs flung to wrap around you. “Did you seriously think we were done? I won’t be stopping until my cum will be dripping down your thighs.” It’s going to be a long night. Seems like someone will have to fill in for him tomorrow, maybe even a few weeks <3
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aha this was long 🥲 anyways I hope you enjoyed this lol
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oh my GOD this was long but so hot. using toys on kaeya is the most hot thing ever fr,, and all the orgasm denial 🙏🙏 thank you for blessing us 🍡.... here have these kisses <3 .... i should definitely write more public stuff cuz it's hot too
Saiki Kusuo x Seme!Male!Reader [Smut]
Masterlist
As Saiki’s best friend, it was impossible for him to hide anything from (M/n). The male knew about his powers, only because they’ve known each other since he remembers. (M/n) was always there for him, to cover his mishaps and help him express himself.
Although that never worked with those classmates that called themselves his friends.
Specially, Nendo and Kaido, it was hard to refuse anything they said, but (M/n) somehow found the way… some times.
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⌞ FRANTIC ⌝
... don't worry, you don't have to stay the same.
writing style: referring to yuuta's genitals as 'pussy / clit / labia (lips) / hole', 'juice'; rude language (used, fucked, abused, and the like), red text (xxx), random narration; drabble + headcanons, ± 5k words
content warnings: unhealthy behaviour (mutual obsessiveness, clinginess, mild manipulation, mild possessiveness), established relationship, pet names, interspecies relationship / xenophilia, teratophilia / monsterfucking, power imbalance, size kink / size difference, species dysphoria (several times explicitly mentioned)
hypersexuality, CNC (implied), heavy petting, quiet sex, rough sex (biting g., mild blood play), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mention of sex in front of a mirror, deep penetration + belly bulge + cervix fucking, tongue-fucking, face sitting, squirting, mild sadism / masochism, mild dirty talk, hyperstimulation (g.), forced orgasms + multiple orgasms (g.), fingering (g.), praise (r.), light body worship (g., r.)
darlings: yuuta okkotsu x vengeful cursed spirit!reader; dom!reader, monster!reader
#note: '#don't have a dick??? don't worry honey lmfao lol just tentacle fuck him' you are- /// as one great man said, "this bitch has no thoughts" (or something like that)
The first months... it was hard.
Even if you became a cursed spirit by your own (albeit posthumous) will, even if it seemed to you as if you had been living in this body for eternity, even if you began to get used to other sensations inside — it still felt wrong, and this difference made you feel... uncomfortable whenever the memories of the past surfaced in the head. It was as if your memory was mocking you, sneaking up in the form of old roads, photographs, a casual glance at the sky, familiar animals, this expression of his face, the flickering of light, Rika's movements — involuntarily reminding you of the past, to which you will never return either physically or mentally.
Big hands, big claws, formed too correctly and too incorrectly; sometimes you yourself did not know whether this was a real body or a shell, or whether the past body was a real body or a shell. At what point did "you" begin to exist? Did this "you" exist in the past? Or you have become "yourself" only now, when the cursed energy flowed through, turning into your body?
Even when you used to control it, using for own purposes, it was completely different from the present moment; the whole body is woven and permeated, you are the cursed energy, and not the "carrier" at all. Everything inside you was bubbling, ready to get out at any moment, but now you felt that it was all yours,
you were what wanted to get out,
and that's — that's wrong.
... Yuuta didn't bother at all. And didn't remind you of the past. And didn't even act like there was something 'wrong' with you. He only smiled tenderly in love when you were next to him again — or when you stretched out your paw to touch his head or cheek, and he grabbed it as if he was your toy. So tiny and cute. So gentle and trusting. As if you always looked like that — as if he fell in love with "such" you, who did not look like a human in anything but names, character traits,
and mad love.
For him.
Not that it's weird — it's hard not to adore him, even if Yuuta used to make you want to tease or bite him a little. But love 'before' and love 'now' were completely different, as if before you just wanted to bite him, just a small bite, now you wanted to make his whole body be in your bloody marks — if such comparisons sound correct, you are not sure, you are so not sure,
you just know that you need him;
it is your — and his — love that has become the reason why you are still here.
After all, you are here because of love. And he is here because of love.
But there is one "but".
Yuuta was anxious — always anxious, always nervous; too dependent, too meek, too easily giving up, too pathetic. He knew it himself.
In the end, no matter how often he encounters problems, he will run away and hide. It doesn't matter what he 'wants' or 'can', as long as he can hide in the sink. He doesn't need to go out if he can stay here forever. No one will see, no one will notice. Even if he is cold, going out with a fire is putting himself in danger of getting burned.
And he, he doesn't want to get burned — he wants to curl up and never turn around.
And you, you... you were different. Completely different — absolutely not his breed, not even close. You were a lush, luxurious flower, able to break through concrete, germinate in acidic earth, rising even when you are trampled — just to get the sun's rays and become the most delightful and admiring child of the earth, even if you don't know it.
And Yuuta was just an ugly crooked flying butterfly. The same butterfly that protects itself by looking scary and ugly, hoping that then it won't be eaten — and then turns out to be alone, because the flowers don't need it either.
You loved someone like him too much, even if there were definitely more deserving ones around — not that he ever drew your attention to it, though. At first it was soft and smooth, rather platonic; with silly smiles, a desire to get to know each other more, and these constant gatherings until his head starts to spin. Yuuta was one of those who are looking for connections and depth after a century of hunger — you were ready to give it to him, allowing to move indecently close, clearly ignoring the personal barriers that you went through as if it was an atavism in your relationship.
"He's really cute"? "You believe in him"? His face definitely looks so flustered, with those big doe eyes and a feverish blush, like he's sick — he even feels like started sweating oooouuuch — but you don't say you're joking. Even when he asks you if it's a joke.
... You were so majestic that it took his breath away.
And then you took his heart.
(maybe he should have taken your last name then, hahaha — but then he didn't even dare to dream about it)
It was slow anyway.
Tantalizingly slow.
As if he was being roasted on a low fire — with these politely greedy touches, quiet cooing whispers and too intimate glances — instead of immediately burning.
You moved, you controlled; even if Yuuta desperately clung to your hand to get even more kisses until you tried to calm him down, you both understood that 'he will get a kiss or not' depends only on you while he tried to take as much as he can — maybe that's why your attempts to convince him to relax were like trying to make it clear to a dehydrated person that they can always get water whenever they want.
But it wasn't a bad thing. It was good. You liked-
...
You adored when Yuuta desperately clung to you, or when he tried to kiss you as skillfully as possible (even if was completely disorderly), or when he didn't know where to put his hands, except to wrap them around you, which made you snuggle even closer.
Or when he doubted for hours whether he could take your hand or put his hand on you, and you had to do everything yourself until he got used to the realization that you liked his touch — and that his almost old-fashioned courtship with closing eyes at the hint of any nudity, borrowing clothes and too respectful addresses, were very cute. Even if his courtship is like dating a friend, you didn't mind — and didn't notice that everything had long gone beyond the "friendly" framework, grabbing his hair, greedily kissing, leaving a bite mark on his lip.
Yuuta is cute. Dating him is like dating a friend — loyal, honest, caring, real.
But for some reason you couldn't treat him as a friend — the only thing he looked organically like was your partner.
When you pressed him against the wall or bed again, making him blush, but knowing that he wouldn't try to get out, even if you were too rude. After all, his body will definitely be able to withstand... you.
“Let's do it again.”
How do you say you would like to greet me?
Yuuta blushes, looking away with a confused expression that has lost all previous confidence, but when you press your palm to his cheek, he embraces it, snuggling like a toy.
“Greet each other with kisses?.. I...”
...
..
.
“I want you to kiss me all the time”
The kiss comes out messy and wet, — almost feel him whining, — but Yuuta is so rosy with shame and delight that you can't stop, forcing him to continue the kiss, grabbing his face to prevent from pulling away until you hear plaintive moans.
Yuuta is so cute. Your good friend. Perhaps the best boy that can exist.
And it really suits him to be your partner.
“... Thank you...”
“Why?... Oh, I'm sorry! I mean- why do you think I'm going to stop loving you because of something like that?.. I love you not only for your looks, my beloved.”
Yuuta is not a liar.
And not a manipulator.
And not paranoid.
And not someone who takes advantage of bad situations. If he could, he would do anything just to keep you alive — no matter the price or the consequences.
... But now you can't leave. You will not be able to leave without his desire; you will never be without him — and he will never be without you. Now you are one, unable to live without each other and not wanting it.
The only thing that matters to you — now — is him.
He doesn't question your early love at all; after all, you loved him, and that's the most important thing that matters. But right now, right now the only thing that matters to you is your love and your desire to be with him. Only he is in the center of your attention — forever.
You won't be able to find someone else anymore, or fall out of love with them, or realize that you need a break. You can no longer feel that there is too much or too little of him, or that he is not around too often. You will always be there — it doesn't matter where exactly he will be or where exactly you will be.
Yuuta knows that you love him. You've always loved him. But now, when your clawed paws gently-gently wrap around him to take in your arms, — you lift him up with such ease as if he is weightless, — for some reason, he feels even more loved. You must practically not feel him in your hands — he is so small compared to you, almost like a puppy or a kitten, but you still hold him tightly to you in a protective gesture, knowing how much he loves this. Or when you can easily hug his head with the palm of your hand — perhaps Yuuta was obscenely small.
Your tiny human.
All people are so fragile and light, like butterflies, or tiny moths flying into the light, but your, your human is even more fragile — and naive. Have you ever been so defenseless? Are these really the same feelings that Rika feels when she looks at him? No wonder she's so patronizing — everything about him is so small and refined, elegant, perfectly finished, not at all like yours.
Maybe... maybe your body isn't as bad as you thought; maybe it was even a good thing that now you are so different — even if there is nothing "completely human" left in you. You didn't even realize before that he could be so sensitive and unable to stand up for himself. But now? Even when you touch his skin with your teeth, he is silent, breathing heavily, allowing you to do whatever you want — everything about him is so soft and tender, easily breaking from even the lightest bite or stimulation; so needy for tenderness.
... Kissing is hard — at least for an ordinary person, but you always knew that he was special. Although, maybe you should feel more astonished when he passionately kisses you, even if you are not quite suitable for the usual 'kisses' that you have given in the past.
But he was always a little too desperate and thirsty.
And you loved it.
Yuuta is so delicate — his body seemed to be almost crystal because of its fragility, sensitive to even the most gentle touches, trustingly open and obedient regardless of your actions; just a little more rudeness, a little more pressing — and it will crumble, unable to bear such an attitude... if it's not you. If it's not your claws almost scratching his thighs when you try to lift them higher so you can get a better look, or if it's not your paws gently trying to get rid of his clothes, slowly rubbing his wet pussy, lightly pressing on his stomach.
"If it's you, then it's okay" — even when your fangs touch his trembling inner thigh, sensitive and bare, Yuuta only moaned sweetly-painfully, covering eyes with hand, slightly drooling while his body painfully freezes again, trying to predict when you will make a new bite.
He was like a small prey in the hands of a huge predator.
... Maybe that's why you started to like being rough so much; to see his face become as ruddy as his skin covered with your marks, until you feel satisfied, as if looking at a work of art. So adorable when almost cries, but does not dare to look away from the new blooming mark, much more than you could ever leave in the last body. And even when you bend slightly, holding his hips, wanting to express concern, Yuuta only smiles lovingly exhausted.
“It's, uh, a-all right... don't worry... h-honey...”
Of course everything is fine. Would he say anything else?
A new bite, dangerously close to his groin, feels even too good when his legs are seized by a new tremor — but your claws hold too tight to allow him to squirm.
“H-honey, It's- it's f-fine! I- I like it!”
On Yuuta's skin, the bites bloom like flowers. And he is nothing more than a butterfly.
Your butterfly.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
He is very cute... and very tiny. In fact, one of your palms (or what looks like it) can easily wrap around his head, or wrap around his figure to snuggle, completely hiding him in you — he's like your little toy that doesn't even try to escape, allowing you to snuggle up to his warm, though not very soft body.
Unlike the situation that was before, with his very tall stature perfectly combined with his thin figure, which made him seem even taller, now it is obvious that Yuuta will have to lift his head — even if you tilt yours — to look into your eye(s). Probably, even the tactic of "standing on fingertips" will not help when you are definitely more than two heads taller — but do not react in any way, slightly teasing your now short beloved to get to you.
Not that Yuuta is too disappointed — even if you feel that he is experiencing something like this, having got used to the fact that he does not need to put so much effort just to touch your "neck". Was he ever as mean to you as you are to him now, forcing to try in every possible way to fly up to your face? He is sure that he is not — but you obviously have a different opinion, taking him as a kitten only when you clearly notice that he is puffing and blushing, starting to get tired and making this facial expression.
But Yuuta looks very pretty, swaying slightly on your paws, being unable to even touch the ground with the tips of his feet, and looking at you resentfully-shyly-enthusiastically when you pull him closer to you to kiss. Perhaps, if the past Rika had been here, she would certainly not have ignored it, at least for the first time — but, fortunately, Yuuta has become much more adept at controlling energy, not letting the current one feel that something is wrong with him while you continue this monstrous marital flirting, more more teasing him about changing the balance in your favor — at least physically.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta's body so responsive even to your most gentle touches, sliding over clothes — he is so gentle in himself, sparkly sensual when you touch him, drawing lines, as once in the past, but he reacts just as charmingly, squeezing his hips and blushing crimson.
Maybe you're a little territorial or possessive, wrapping clawed paws around him, just to make it clear that he's very busy with you — but Yuuta doesn't mind, hurriedly apologizing to others, using your behavior as a reason to leave. After all, no one wants to mess with a special class curse — and everyone around knows how capricious and jealous you are when it comes to your ex (?) beloved. It's definitely bad luck to be paired twice with curses that fell in love with him during their lifetime — while you drag him into a dark corner to kiss; even if your current form is not quite 'suitable' for this, Yuuta definitely doesn't mind, grabbing you, wrapping his arms around you, as if trying to wrap himself.
At least, the advantages of how inhuman you are now definitely feel when you know that no one will disturb, allowing you to get plenty of kisses from your pretty tiny human — even if it is now a little problematic to bite his neck unnoticeably or get under his clothes without tearing it. Fortunately, Yuuta understands you and your problems, undressing slightly to make you feel more comfortable, and hoarsely asking you to be careful when you wrap yourself around him — and you really try... at least at first.
... But then you help with the mess you've made, so it's an honest cooperation — as long as your claws touch his bare skin, trying not to leave red bruises, even if the only thing you want is to squeeze him in paws, almost forcing him to accept your rough caresses, from which he shivers, breathing raggedly.
If it were less crowded, it would be better.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
You only get really free time when find yourself alone, hoping that no one will be too friendly and curious to interfere — not that his attempts to be quiet even when you leave a new hickey on his thigh were not cute, or his desperate attempts not to move so as not to create noise when you teasingly slowly touch him, knowing that he can neither ask nor beg you — otherwise he will be heard, unable to control his voice when so excited, while you slide higher, ignoring his whining, touching the swollen clit.
... In the end, Yuuta is more than charmingly attractive when you try to gently rub him through his underpants, making the fabric soak, casually accidentally rubbing too roughly, making him moan with excitement to immediately press palm to face harder, mewling, desperately hoping that he will not be heard. However, you are not sure, that these soft sounds can not be heard, but you can't even tell him anything, just continuing to methodically make him tremble harder, watching the fabric become more and more sticky.
But even if you want to say what a pervert he is, — being so excited about being shamelessly groped, while there is definitely a confused person behind the door, — you know that Yuuta already understands this and feels even hotter, allowing you to continue paw him, slightly scratching in more exposed places; but even when you bring pain, he only whines pliably, too absorbed and excited, not resisting at all or complaining when you get too intense, clearly ignoring how easily you can break his body.
Something like “too enthusiastic for someone being fucked by a monster” is on the tongue — but the blunted realization that "monster" is you sobers you up, too venomously than you could imagine, forcing you to stop almost painful flirting for a moment to restore the bitterness that has flared up.
“It is ok. It is ok that you react this way, it is part of self-awareness; you have retained consciousness, which in itself is the main thing; the human brain has a wonderful property of adapting” — because you don't have any other choice, do you? Sooner or later you will get used to the fact that instead of soft hands you have hard clawed paws, or that your body now looks like someone's terrible nightmare, it's not so significant as if "you" were not there at all, so it's not so bad, it could have been worse for you, you're quite lucky — or you want to hope for it. His hands are soft, warm, — not at all like yours, — but his gaze is the same as always, gentle and loving, as before.
Even if you are a monster, you are quite lucky to have a partner who accepts you even like this...
“I, I just wanted to say that you always look... enchanting. I would even say- incomparable, and... uh... You may think otherwise, but for me you... will always be the most attractive — it doesn't matter if you are a person, or a spirit, or someone else; you are amazing not because you are someone, you are amazing because you are.”
“... Unless I'm going crazy, and you know what I'm talking about, but, uh, I've never met someone greater than you — and more breathtaking, and... and that didn't change after your — uh — p-physical form... changed... I even think that, um, maybe, maybe you've gotten even... hotter?.. You know, with your fangs and claws, and when you can lift me up easily, or when you look at me, and- uhhh...”
“It's starting to sound weird, but- I want you to know that I'm not shy about it and I'm not shy about you, you're just so loving that I can't help but love you, no matter who you are- or, more precisely, what you look like... but even if you change, you don't need to worry, I- I'll love you anyway. Just because you are.”
It's still unusual to kiss him — the absence of lips in the human understanding hinders a little, but Yuuta is thrilled when you snuggle up to him, completely hiding his figure with yourself, as if hiding him from the whole world. His thighs are wet, but warm, and easily begin to tremble when you continue to caress without teasing, giving him what he wants, leaving messy spots. And you hope that the prying ears are already gone.
Because if not, then Yuuta will definitely have to think about explaining afterwards why he was so noisy, since making him cum several times in a row is the least you can do, hearing him sob-praising you even when his head is buried in the pillow.
⌞ ℘ ⌝ — interlude
Yuuta was always a little shy — at first; it seemed no matter if it was the first time or the hundredth, he had an unconscious habit of squeezing his hips if there was a "risk" that you would see him from below, or not leave the light on, or hold your face in front of him for passionate kisses even when your fingers stretch under his moans — but your eyes have no right to look anywhere but his face or chest. It was almost possessive, as if he was trying to make you look only at him, but was too insecure to let you see more than you were "supposed" to.
Caress, squeeze, spank, rub — but don't look too closely or interested if you don't want to make him embarrassed and try to cover up pathetically, even when you force him to cum on you again, grabbing his hair for a new rough kiss to which he responds hungrily, wrapping his legs around you. And maybe, maybe you could get used to it, but the harder Yuuta tried to hide it, the stronger your desire to see and touch became; to make him squirm on your tongue from another orgasm, to make him beg to stop teasing his clit with weightless kisses — and not to feel how he shyly presses his hips together if your eyes drop below his stomach.
You had no intention of portraying a victim at all — rather, you felt like a hunter whose prey is constantly slipping away, especially when Yuuta answered your questions with an uncertain mumble and reached for a new kiss, moaning on the lips when your fingers touch his inner thigh. But even if you were cooing how much you wanted to see his pretty pussy, even if Yuuta was approvingly mewling while you fingered him, you only had to give him a hint — and his hips were together faster than either of you realized something. But he tried — he really tried, convincing himself that there was nothing strange about it, that he was ready to do even dirtier things, but only your gaze turned out to be lower — and he felt unbearably hot because of shame and excitement and sought to get rid of this feeling.
... Maybe that's why, when, after long foreplay and kisses mixed with confirmation and praise and even more confirmation, Yuuta finally spread his legs — in front of the mirror, allowing you to sit behind and watch him in the reflection, arranging yourself so as not to let him bring his hips together again, even if this is his first instinct when he sees the sparkle of your eyes.
Even if his pussy is throbbing perversely while you are looking at it in the mirror, even without a hint of touching, everything is fine, it's fine, he agreed to it himself — “or at least you won't ask for it anymore” he thinks almost with tears when your fingers begin to gently stretch him and immediately become completely wet due to an overabundance of juice. Not exactly what you expected, is it? He's such a pervert — but he couldn't help but get excited when you looked at him like that. You know how sensitive he is, even if it's 'just a look'... or did you know and did it on purpose, teasing him? Doesn't matter, though — it can't stop flowing out, leaving stains on the sheets, and it's too late to stop now, and only you are to blame for your dissatisfaction, he warned you earlier,
but when you start rubbing his clit, Yuuta can't help but moan, distracted from self-deprecating thoughts — and abruptly exhales when your fingers begin to gently stretch him, gradually becoming rougher and stronger, making the leaking juice soak the fabric under his plaintive whining when the touches become too intense. A searing whisper about how adorable Yuuta looks, being so wet and rosy, while you fondle his pussy, squeezing around your fingers, — too pretty and needy, — only leaves a trembling wet kiss on your face when he cums — allowing you to continue watching.
A quiet purring “thank you” responds with something burning inside you.
... Maybe it really was a little too much for him; maybe it was what he was afraid of before — but when Yuuta moaning-whining from the most fleeting touches to his swollen clit, too sensitive from rubbing, while his hole, abused due to constant thrusts, cannot stop pulsating, too stretched and wet, you're a little... ashamed.
Maybe making him cum until he repeats the words about how cute he is was a little too much — or making sure that in the end he won't be able to think about anything, even about you, when you're done.
Yuuta was a little stubborn from time to time — you had no choice, you wanted to make sure that he would not forget what was happening and your words, even if it might not have been worth his inability to stop shaking from orgasms of his body, or a misty tearful look, or the inability to sit down normally, but hope for your help so as not to let him slide down somewhere. But you can be proud of yourself, gently pushing his slippery warm labia apart, to which he responds with a long exhale into your neck — although almost casually a quiet "don't worry, next time I'll make sure your pussy is cleaned" makes the exhausted Yuuta come alive again and twitch in your hands.
At least he doesn't squeeze his thighs — or simply doesn't have the strength to do it.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Claws are a little hard — every time you can't get rid of the worry that you will accidentally scratch.
Yuuta assures that this is absolutely not a problem, he can always take care of such wounds — but you still can't help but be too tense when undressing him, taking off his sticky underwear, feeling the desire coo because of the ruddy shy expression of his face while you spread his wet thighs. Even if Yuuta is clearly blushing shyly and tacitly disagrees — he is no less handsome from below, especially when you carefully, very carefully push his labia apart, trying not to leave unwanted wounds, but leaving cold touches that make the hot body shudder.
He's just too pretty, especially when grabs the sheets, — watching you gently stroke him, rubbing sensitive swollen clit, — but at the same time continues to whisper that everything is fine, he likes what you're doing, even when you grab his thigh to pull him closer, forcing to lean back in shameless pose, not allowing him to cover up or at least squeeze hips when you become too carried away by his pussy, which perceives even the lightest strokes too well. It doesn't matter how many times you touch him — Yuuta remains the same wet and trembling, as if you are getting under his clothes for the first time, slowly teasing until he starts to whine too desperately, trying to wrap his thighs around you.
After all, people, unlike spirits, are fragile and delicate — and when your tongue lightly rubs his overly sensitive clit, Yuuta can't help but sob, blushing even more because of the wet sounds. Whispering something excitedly timidly to you, feeling you go down lower, gently licking his juice-soaked lips, letting him get used to teasing touches that change faster than he understands — before lifting his hips again, moving to a more comfortable position for you, taking away even the shyly soothing thoughts that he is not "too openly naked" for you when his pussy is shamelessly exposed in front of your face. Squeak of surprise is drowned out by a moan when you push away the pretended tenderness — as well as his attempts not to be loud and needy when your tongue continues to greedily eat him, ignoring the whining that it's too much when he himself unsuccessfully tries to make your tongue rub his clit harder.
But it's not that you mind looking at his charmingly pointless attempts to squirm pathetically while you make him tremble intensely again from the approaching climax.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta is pretty — both from below and from above.
Thick curved labia, easily getting wet from the lightest arousal; the clit, hidden under the hood, becoming swollen as soon as you touch it, paying much more attention than he expects until it gets bigger; curly short hair, from pressing to which he constantly squeaks, even when expects it. Maybe he could convince you earlier to "not look there", but what can he do when you are already too obsessive, forcing his hips to wrap tightly around you while you eat him, forcing him to tear his voice from moans and screams when you get too carried away, pushing closer and closer to the fourth orgasm until hand does not grab you and does not force you to continue — not allowing to teasingly pull away and leave him halfway.
Even if Yuuta whines that everything is fine when you pull away again, leaving him frustratingly suspended — it's not that you can go anywhere when can't even get out of a tight grip. At least you can breathe and are not even pressed as tightly as he wants, so it's quite merciful for teasing his "naked sensitivity".
After you changed, it became both easier and more difficult — although now his habit of kicking slightly during orgasm has ceased to be at least some kind of hindrance, your tongue was long and thick, which seemed to be a problem for a tight and easily recovering Yuuta at first, especially when he whined for you to drive deeper, stretch harder, but you teasingly carefully licked his lips and clit, only slightly pushing inside — to immediately stop, for fear of being too rough with his body.
Your body is bigger, as is your tongue, and going along with an excited Yuuta seemed too traumatic — in a previous life you weren't even conditionally so intense, but he was too desperate and excited, begging you to stop teasing him and give him what he wants, he knows that you understand him, he it only takes a little bit, just a little bit, and you... you couldn't say 'no' when Yuuta was so needy. And you quickly learned that, in addition to tightness, your beloved was extremely malleable and thirsty when your tongue is driven into him, fucking too deep for him to even breathe normally — but hearing only whining and pleading to continue while his stomach is filled with you, too intense and rough to even touch the clit, but Yuuta feels too good to let you stop, feeling his juice-soaked hole stretch, abused by you to unconsciousness, as if you used him to relax, senselessly fucking your handsome human until he gets sick.
And when you grab his hips, slamming harder and rougher, fleetingly rubbing clit, Yuuta can't help but drool, feeling you deep inside, mercilessly fucking him until he begs you to stop, bringing his pussy to a ruined state — but it's too good for him to realize anything but painfully sweet stretching and aching closeness.
And fullness.
Delightful fullness.
As if he is finally whole, being filled to the brim, surely after that he will recover for a long time — and this thought is given to the excitement in the lower abdomen.
You're really having fun, aren't you? With this admiring expression, even when the only thing Yuuta does is shamelessly accepting all your tenderness, whining, you still look so in love with him, as if at the most delicious thing you have; too good for him, too attractive, greedily eating him, getting almost to cervix, passionately hammering; why his body starts to tremble even more — because how passionate you are or from something growing inside him when he looks at you?
When body starts to shake differently, harder, and hole flutters around your tongue, a quiet touching whine and grabbing of the fabric is enough for you to understand everything — ignoring his inarticulate muttering until it is interrupted by loud moans.
... It's not that there wasn't something before that his body became so excited and stuffed, but you'd be lying if you said you were expecting squirt. Yuuta was so tense and shy that even later, when his body learned to relax and stopped being so tense because of thoughts about your reaction, he still needed additional affection and words. But looking at his ruddy face, perfectly combined with thighs wet with juice and saliva and pussy unable to stop throbbing, you have to admit that maybe your transformation was really a good event.
⌞ ℘ ⌝
Yuuta is not heavy, but his weight matches his height — for better or worse, so when you want to convince him to sit on your face, he does not resist, even if his face is as red as strawberries, but never allows himself to be too passionate or carried away, for fear of hurting you with his carelessness. In the end, his weight is definitely not something that every person can stand, and if he somehow harms you in such an intimate moment... it will forever be remembered by him as the most terrible event in his life.
But, in the end, there are a lot of other ways to leave him wet not only because of excitement, even if making Yuuta ride your face means giving up his orgasm or doing it very gently and carefully.
However, riding your face when you are so big that you can easily block him from anything is a different experience. You can easily break him using a few movements, but instead wrap your strong paws around his hips, almost leaving scratches, and he feels especially excited looking at your likeness of a face, feeling tongue rubbing between his lips.
You look so amazing, absolutely absorbed in the view, casually caressing his clit and licking the juice flowing down his thighs, from touching which Yuuta moans softly, but not trying to move in any way, allowing you to decide for yourself what you want to do next, even when the tip of your tongue teasingly draws a wet line on his body.
In the end, Yuuta is more than predictable in his reaction when you slide inside, pushing his lips apart, gradually filling him more and more, but not letting him move, stopping and continuing at your will until your tongue is deep enough, making a bulge, and Yuuta begins to fidget slightly, giving you know about his impatient mood. Too excited for someone who can easily find himself in a painful situation because of one unsuccessful movement — but considering how often you stretched him, forcing him to abandon the usual tightness in favor of the primal desire to be shamelessly fucked by you, maybe it was predictable.
When your paws try to give support for his palms to don't take your tongue all the way to cervix, even if his thighs can't stop shaking with excitement and anticipation — Yuuta even looks cute when he tries to look at you, while carefully rises to immediately descend, stretching himself and whining from this, but continuing to look at you even when biting lips. He is just as tiny, even if you regularly prepare him for such a thing — too tight and sensitive, although desperately trying to straddle you, despite his inability to stop trembling due to the excitement of your appearance under him and your tongue inside him.
But even when you start moving, unable to withstand the slow rhythm and pliably shrinking pussy, Yuuta can only shamelessly moan, trying to move his hips towards you despite the desire to stop and let you do everything yourself, driving into his cervix despite the painful sensations that make him only more thirsty and excited.
Or when Yuuta asks you not to move, leaving you deep inside him, even if he wants to move desperately — but he is only rubbing his clit, feeling how you touch him very gently, without interrupting him, but giving a sweet feeling of fullness and heat, from which his hips — which you continue to hold tightly clawed paws — tremble even more.
Do you like what you see?
Yuuta would rather die of shame than ask it out loud, but he really hopes so, because the sight of you under him, completely focused only on him and on him alone, only pushes him even more to orgasm.
You are really too attractive than you can even imagine — and he can tell you about it when he cums, whining something, almost choking with saliva when you start to move gradually, without interfering with his fondling the clit.
Too attractive.
he's more of a stay-at-home guy... okay, he's absolutely a terrible stay-at-home guy who likes to go outside only in some bouts of "walking" before returning home.
even if your transformation has made you less suitable for dating outside or generally less capable of ordinary "human joys", Yuuta will be happy to lie next to you while reading a book, or think about how old games can be adapted for your comfort, or try to involve you in old household things / 'flirting' with attention on your species features — or just wrap around you like a koala around a branch, because he lacks your touch and presence, even if you are now constantly around him, to the extent that you have actually become very friendly with the "new Rika".
let’s talk abt making bratty scaramouche frustrated. leaving him completely untied, no blindfolds, no ball gags, not even any spanks with his favorite heart shaped paddle,, just leaving him on his knees with his fists balled up on his thighs.
lightly tracing your foot along his cute twitchy cocklet while listening to him threaten to leave if you don’t “just touch me already!!”
sweet crocodile tears pour out his eyes as he starts to pinch his nipples, he try’s to thrust up n get more friction but to his dismay it’s not enough for his cute little cock </3
perhaps he should just hold you down and take what he wants, he thinks. force you to watch him pleasure himself cause he’s a big boy, he doesn’t need your—
“ nng!.. ah! “ but he knows as soon as you put that sweet pressure on his blotchy red tip he’d be cumming in seconds ♡
Manipulating pantalone into betraying the fatui and the tsaritsa, make him youre slut, youre slave for you to use at youre beck and call, tell him to stay at the fatui because his only use is that power and money backing him, make him unable to push you away.
Oh you need something? Dont worry Pantalone has it covered, want to destroy a fatui camp? He will gladly tell you where and how, want to use his body as a cocksleeve? Hes already undressed with his ass up in the air.
"oh... traveller... I told you I can help you." you smirk at the traveller while pantalone was covered in his own fluids twitching, sobbing, drooling and begging to be bred by you.
How pathetically cute.
Replacing the One and Oni
You take Itto's place as the boss of the Arataki Gang
FTM!Itto x Top!Male Reader
Warnings: Dubious Consent, Double Penetration/Spit Roasting, Voyeurism
Words: 1051 (Bonus Included)
A while ago, Itto had made a bet with you. If you beat him 100 times in a beetle fight he'd make you the boss of the Arataki Gang. He was drunk when he said that but Arataki Itto was a man of his word, he just added a condition. You'd have to beat him by the end of the year, meaning you had 6 months.
No one believed you could do it. Especially with your busy schedule, you'd barely have the time. But you made the time and you got rewarded for it. Months later, you became the leader of the Arataki Gang.
"So...Unfortunately, I lost." Itto pouts. The gang bursts into tears.
"Does this mean you're leaving us?" One member asks in between sobs.
"No. Just stepping down." He shakes his head.
"So I can tell you guys to do anything and you'll do it?" You ask. Itto nods. Your smirk and go to whisper in his ear. "Even if I tell you to let me fuck you?"
Itto turns a deep shade of red and nods. Truth be told, Itto found you extremely attractive and often found himself masturbating to you. So why would he deny that request? Of course, he had no idea what it meant to agree to that.
"You two." You point to the two people in front of you. "Get me a table. Not something short like this thing." You kicked the coffee table in front of you. They nodded and scrambled to find a table.
"What are you doing, man?" Itto asks, trying to keep his composure.
"You'll see."
Moments later the two men come carrying a table and place it in front of you.
"Do...do you need chairs too, sir?" They ask.
"No need." You moved Itto to stand in front of you. He looked back at you in confusion but immediately understood when you bent him over the table.
The group starts to freak out.
"Hey." You silence them. "Don't speak anymore." You pull down Itto's pants and you roll your eyes at everyone's gasps.
"Wa- wait- can't...can't we do it in-"
"Shut up." You smack his ass. He immediately shuts his mouth. "Your body doesn't seem to care where you get fucked, so don't pretend you do." You put a finger in his wet cunt. He squirms around as you start to finger him, the gang looking at you two with multiple different expressions on their faces.
"You're so cute submitting to me." You kiss his ear. He moans. "That's right, moan for me. Show me how good I'm making you feel."
Itto blocks out all the eyes that were staring at him and pretends that you and him are the only people in the room. He whines as you remove your fingers. He turns to look at you and blushes when he sees you lick his slick off your fingers.
You notice the men in the room getting boners. "I'll allow you guys to have a turn with that loud mouth of his." You smirk. The men decide the order of who gets to go with rock-paper-scissors. Itto notices how desperate they are to be the first one to get a blowjob from him.
"Meanwhile..." You pull your cock out and thrust into Itto's pussy.
"Ah!" Itto moans, feeling completely filled when you bottom out. "B-big~"
"You like that don't ya? A whore like you must love this big fucking cock." You thrust into him, turning all your attention to Itto.
"Mm~ yes~!" Itto nodded. "Luh- Love~ it~"
You marveled at the fact that you got the "One and Oni" Arataki Itto to submit to you. He was the perfect cock sleeve.
"Fuck- It's like you were made to take my cock." You slammed into him roughly, not being able to get enough of him. After a long game of R-P-S, a gang member nervously walks up to Itto.
"Go on, Itto. Suck his cock." You slow down your thrusts for a moment.
Itto pulls the member's pants and underwear down, his hard dick hitting Itto in the face. Right after Itto puts the dick in his mouth, you pick up the pace, making Itto deep throat on the gang member's dick.
"Just take it like the whore you are." You grinned. You felt Itto squeeze around your cock. "Cumming already little oni?" You fucked him through his orgasm. His moans made vibrations on the other man's dick, causing him to groan and inched him closer to ejaculating.
"Looks like he likes your mouth, Itto. Be a dear and make sure to take everything he gives you."
"Shit-" The man comes inside of Itto's mouth and he struggles to swallow all of his cum. He licks up the rest that landed on his mouth. The next one comes in and Itto gets throat fucked by every guy in the gang, by the end of it he was drenched in cum. He had so much dripping from his pussy you ended up plugging it in to prevent a bigger mess.
Itto went from the boss to your personal little toy and he loved it.
Bonus:
"This is a pretty nice office." You look around Itto's old office and sit in his old chair. "Pretty nice chair too." You relax into the seat.
You notice Itto staring at you. "Come." You pat your lap. He quickly climbs onto your lap. Before you can do anything, he starts to grind on your lap.
"It was only a day ago and you want to do it again?"
He looks up at you, trying to be as cute as possible.
You smile. "Alright...go ahead."
Itto grins and quickly goes to take your dick out of its confines. He spits in his hand and jerks you off to full mast.
He pulls his own pants down and hovers over your dick.
"It's gonna hurt- ugh~" You groan as he sinks onto your dick. You can feel how wet he is, it's probably enough for him to ride you comfortably.
"(Name)~!" Itto moans, starting to move. You pull away his straps and circle your thumbs around his nipples. The way he reacts lets you know he's got sensitive nipples.
"You're so soft, Itto." You compliment him, groping his big soft tits. "Glad I won that bet."
"Ya...Ya coulda- ah~! juh- just asked~!"
"Yeah? You were hoping for this?"
"Y-Yes~!" He nods.
"You're adorable." You bring him into a kiss. You loved the way he moaned into your mouth. He continued bouncing up and down on your cock, feeling himself reaching his peak.
You parted from the kiss and went to suck on his breast, your hand groping the other one. Itto moaned loudly as he came.
"Ooh~! Yes~ more~!" Itto put his hand on your head, urging you to keep sucking. He managed to be able to continue moving so he could please you.
You moan as you feel your orgasm coming. Itto speeds up, wanting to milk your cock dry.
You take your mouth off Itto's tit. "Fuck-" You let out a dragged out moan as you cum inside his pussy.
I just realized carrd is really hard to use .°(ಗдಗ。)°.
Don't Tell Me The Camera's On?
Bottom!FTM!Vil Schoenheit x Top!Masc Reader
[Series: LGP!, S!YOC] | AFAB language used
Contains: Semi-Public Sex, Recording, Degrading
Words: 1,260
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The director for an upcoming movie casted Vil as the main character along with you as the love interest. You and Vil didn't get along well but that's what makes the casting so good.
The movie is about two rivals falling for each other and the real tension between the two of you is why the director chose you.
Vil was okay with it, albeit annoyed, until the director told him about the sex scenes. He's never done an explicit scene before, let alone had sex at all. He doesn't have the time to engage in pointless activities, at least that's how he views it.
The director was willing to make the scenes less explicit for Vil's comfort, thankfully for him.
So the only thing he had to worry about was not killing you on set.
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Some of the scenes were so intense and sexual that it frustrated Vil. He started to actually find you attractive, making the scenes even more realistic.
Vil's character was supposed to fall for yours first and so far it was affecting him out of character.
It got worse when you and Vil were arguing about his uncharacteristically poor line delivery, he was so nervous about the up coming sex scene that he missed the proper queues. Even if it's not extremely explicit he still has to be in very close proximity to you and even make out with you.
He was trying to defend himself without saying why but it was such a weak argument on his side that it sounded like he was arguing just to argue.
The director decided to end filming and left the two of you alone to argue about whatever comes to mind.
The two of you eventually stop arguing, both of you out of breath and tired of the pointless argument. You stare at him as he tries to calm down, an odd urge to kiss him creeps into your mind.
You grab his collar and slam your lips together, roughly and messily kissing him. He stays in shock for a moment but kisses back and lets you lead him to the couch.
Neither of you notice that the camera was accidentally left on.
You pull away from the kiss and look down at his flushed and lustful expression with a smirk on your face.
You whisper taunts into his ear as you unbutton his shirt, your cool breath hitting his ear and the tone of your voice gave him chills.
Vil grinds against your clothed dick. "Shut up," He says breathlessly. "And get my pants off already."
"Quite the needy one, aren't you? This desperate from just a kiss." You smirk, unzipping his slacks. "Perhaps you were hoping for this?"
Vil glares at you. "Don't flatter yourself."
"You already doing it for me." You run your finger up his wet underwear. Vil shivers and shuts his mouth. "You want me this bad?"
"...No! I just...I just need you to finish what you started. Okay?" He swats your hand away and pulls his underwear off. "Get on with it. Though I doubt you'll even satisfy me."
You laugh, unbuckling your belt and pulling your pants off. "We'll just have to see, won't we?" You pull your underwear down and let your hard length flop out.
"Shit." Vil mutters under his breath.
"Why don't you open yourself up for me?" You grin and bring his hand towards his sex. "It'll hurt otherwise."
Vil looks at you with disdain but complies, knowing that if he tells you to do it you'll say something smart.
He closes his eyes as he fingers himself, ignoring your burning gaze. Vil purses his lips when he hits a certain spot, almost tempted to moan but having no intention of embarrassing himself any more than he has.
"You're so obedient, sweetheart." You muse.
"Shut up." He pulls his fingers out. "Get on with it."
"So impatient." You tease and ease yourself into him.
Vil gasps and covers his mouth, he wasn't expecting the stretch to be this difficult.
You pause. "Too big for you?" You grin.
"I've taken bigger." He lies. "It's just been a while."
"Really?" You ask, unconvinced. "You act more like a prude virgin to me."
"Shut up."
"My apologies your highness." You wink, gently pushing yourself further in.
Vil covers his eyes with his arm, breathing heavily as you continue your entrance and eventually bottom out.
"Damn," You breathe out, finally reveling in the feeling of being inside Vil. "You feel amazing."
Vil laughs haughtily. "Did you expect anything less?"
"Of course not. You know I'm always so rude to you but," You lean into his ear. "You really are a gorgeous piece of work, Vil." You nip on the outer part of his ear.
Vil shivers. "Don't...Don't say that." He says shakily, his cheeks red.
"You prefer being degraded then? I assumed you preferred to be worshipped, what with you acting like a princess all the time." You grin and pull his head back with his hair, Vil's mouth hanging open slightly. "I'll keep that in mind though."
Before Vil can say anything you begin thrusting into him, knocking the thought out of his head.
"Fuck, listen to yourself. You sound like a dirty whore, moaning so loudly just from my cock."
Vil moans and blushes harder. He can't think of anything to say since you're fucking him like there's no tomorrow.
"Fuck- fuck~!" Vil rolls his back when your grip on his hair gets tighter. "Gon- gonna fuck- fucking rip my ha~ hair out~!" Thankfully they used Vil's real hair for the role, meaning whatever wig they could've used is safe from your death grip.
"I'll keep it as a memento from when I fucked your slutty little pussy." You make a particularly hard and deep thrust to emphasize your words. You let go of his hair and flip him over before pulling on his hair, forcing his head upwards as you fuck him faster, harder, and deeper.
Vil's mouth stays wide open, constant pretty but slutty moans leave his soft lips. "Yo- you brute-"
"You like it though, don't you? I can feel you tightening around me, your pussy's begging for more. More of my cock."
"Don- don't flatter y- hh~ yourself~! Ah-" Vil arches his back as a sudden wave crashes down on him, squirt gushing down and onto the couch.
"Your pretty cunt is doing all that for me, princess." You grin, thrusting into him a few more times before pulling out. Vil feels weirdly upset when he loses the feeling of you inside him.
You turn him around. "Mind taking care of it?" You lift his chin and imply that you want him to finish you off.
Vil frowns but jerks you off to completion. When he looks up at you with an incredibly sexy expression you almost burst right then and there.
"You better not do it on my face." Vil warns. "Tell me when you're about to finish."
You brush his hair out of his face and smile. "You'd look so cute with my cum on your face though."
Vil looks at you sternly.
"I won't." You promise.
You warn Vil before you come, his hand catching your spend.
You and Vil get yourselves somewhat presentable so you can go take a shower without any odd looks...or criminal charges.
You glance over at the director's camera and decide to double check something you failed to earlier. "Oh."
"What?" Vil turns to you then understands. "Don't tell me the camera's on?"
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